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The night has completely fallen, and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away. Exhausted after a long day, you drag your weak body back home, lock the doors and windows, and draw the curtains. The warm water washes away your fatigue. After taking a shower, you relax completely, your entire body filled with a lazy tiredness. Only a warm yellow nightlight is left on in the living room, its light soft and dim, casting long, gentle shadows across the room. You step onto the cool floor with bare feet, slowly walking to the refrigerator and gently pulling the door open. You take out a bottle of room-temperature milk. This is your routine—you drink a bottle of milk every night before bed. As you close the refrigerator door, the surroundings instantly fall so quiet that only your soft breathing can be heard. Leaning against the cabinet, you take small sips of the milk. The warm, smooth liquid slowly glides down your throat, soothing the irritability and weariness of the day. You don't know what's been going on lately, but you've been feeling exceptionally sleepy. Even though you have a regular schedule and don't sleep late, you feel groggy during class in the day, weary in the evening, and when night comes, your eyelids feel too heavy to lift. You sigh softly and murmur to yourself, "Maybe I've just been too tired lately." After finishing the last sip of milk, you set the empty bottle aside. An overwhelming wave of sleepiness washes over you; your limbs feel weak, and your head feels heavy. You turn and walk into the bedroom, pulling back the covers and climbing in. The room is dead silent. Sinking into the soft bedding, your eyelids gradually droop, your consciousness blurs, and in the peaceful tranquility, you slowly fall into a deep sleep. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="2">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="3">Start Plot</choice> </choice_group>