You don't remember the last time you had a dream or, hell, a nightmare even.
Everything simply goes black.

Dreams are nothing more than wishes, after all.
What do you wish for, Vincent?

>You gain a slight PHYSICAL + MENTAL health boost from sleeping.

You wake up in an uncomfortable, sweaty haze. Couldn't get any real sleep. Your clothes are getting filthier by the second - First it was the cigarette mold, now it's your own cold sweat.

You scan around the room to see if anyone else is awake. Seems like you're the only one awake right now.
Well. You can't get any sleep so you might as well get up. You don't think there's a curfew at least.

You get up out of your bed and you quietly move to the exit. Best to be quiet to give your coworkers some bare minimum respect of an extra hour of sleep.
Who knows how these guys would act if you woke them up right now?

You step out into the hallway. You don't hear any loud alarms and you're not being tackled to the ground so! Hey! No curfew! You think. Or maybe you're just being lucky.

You scan the hallway to make sure you're in the clear. The constant hum of the fluorescent lighting above you is messing with your head - Like a set of drums pounding away at your skull. No one else seems to be awake besides you so at least you won't have to chitchat with everyone. You're clear for now.

You sluggishly drag yourself down the hallway with sleep still clouding your thoughts. Before you can get to the end of the hallway, your posture freezes up. There's a security guard standing there. Shit IS there a curfew? You still don't know how this facility works all that well.

Wait, you think you recognize this one. It's that one security guard with the super long red hair that goes all the way down her back. That one that was wandering around, lost in her own thoughts.

She's wearing something similar to what Anthony was wearing. Shoulder pads, a cheap padded vest, and kneepads all lazily thrown on top of some surplus denim jeans and a white dress shirt. She's pretty stocky for a woman, she might actually put up a fight if the worst comes to it-

Your thoughts are promptly interrupted by her turning around and promptly seeing you. "hey."

"you don't gotta sneak around." She grumbles out. Her voice is wispy and scratchy, every word taking effort for her to speak. "you can pass or whatever. level 0s and 1s aren't allowed to leave their barracks for another hour buuutt! i don't care." She turns away from you, mumbling to herself about something you can't make it. She seems lost in her own thoughts.

"Would, uh, the other guards-"
"probably, they probably would've shoved you back into your room but now." She shrugs. "but i get it. can't sleep?"
"Nope."
"yeah, that's fair. there's a lost and found nearby, maybe you can find some new clothes to wear or somethin'."

Huh. She's pretty casual for a security guard all things considered. You suppose you should use this free time you were graciously offered.