"G-Gah…" The sound of the alarm incessantly bleating at a mile a minute resounded throughout the small apartment, as a slender, snow-white hand deftly attempted to halt its screeching, reaching out from the sheets that concealed this arm's body. The hand configured itself into a fist after several attempts to silence the alarm, before slamming down upon the device, causing the small mechanisms that hold it together to scatter everywhere, striking the boundaries of the room, effectively freeing the still half-asleep people from its constant, irritating ringing.