Capítulo 192: Tyler’s Next Target

As dawn unfurled its golden hues and avian trills pierced the tranquil morn, Tyler awoke from a dream too vivid to be simply dismissed as an illusion. 

Its surreal texture had for a moment lent credence to its occurrence.

Upon awakening, however, Tyler found himself devoid of the rejuvenating satisfaction typically gleaned from a deep slumber. 

Instead, he was assailed by lingering fatigue. 

He initially attributed this to the discomfort of sleeping on a hard floor, but soon realized he was nestled in a soft, warm cocoon of blankets – a sensation far removed from the harshness of a hard floor.

Turning abruptly to his side, Tyler's eyes met the sight of a pair of soft, undulating "mounds" of white. 

They rose and fell rhythmically with the breaths of a young girl...

(Tyler: ...Idiot, would you care to explain this anomaly?)

(Silly Nissen: Eh? Weren't you the one who used to call me stupid loli?)