Urges

Knocking sounds rang out from the door, echoing gently through the room as Ethan stirred under the sheets.

"Young master, your two hours have passed. Please wake up..." a man's voice called out politely from beyond the door.

Ethan groaned, his voice groggy and muffled by the pillow. "I'm awake."

The knocking stopped. Silence settled in once again.

Ethan slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the dull light that crept in through the curtains. He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the heavy drowsiness still clinging to his limbs. His body felt like it had been through a storm — aching joints, sore muscles, and a strange kind of stiffness that made every small movement feel like a chore. Even lifting his arm to scratch his forehead took more effort than it should have.