Startled, Desmond abruptly opened his eyes and sat upright on the bed, his expression mirroring sheer astonishment. "HUH?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief as if he had witnessed a spectral apparition. His breathing remained ragged, and his vision swayed, causing him to feel disoriented as he surveyed his surroundings. His thoughts remained in disarray, swirling like a turbulent tempest, rendering his focus fragmented.
Just as he jolted awake, a knock resounded on his door. "Young master..." came the voice of the maid from beyond.
Desmond took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. "Come in," he responded, his voice tinged with a hint of bewilderment, still grappling to make sense of his recent experience. He also noticed the presence of a transparent screen in front of him, displaying the message: [Alarm active! Host wake up!]