Ashiya douman

(English is not my native language.) One morning. Douman sat at a desk, They've written something down on a piece of paper. It might be some kind of work by an Onmyoji. The table was covered with numerous sheets of paper. it seemed he had a very heavy workload today. The sleeve of his Kariginu robe swayed with the force of the brushstrokes. He held the brush firmly and wrote with meticulous concentration, his face still etched with the same stern expression, his brows furrowed in a knot. At first, he was completely focused on writing, showing no signs of fatigue or even wanting to stop. But after only two or three hours, exhaustion began to take its toll. He felt his eyelids becoming incredibly heavy. It felt like it could shut down at any moment. He felt so exhausted he wanted to sleep, but he forced himself to stay awake, trying to overcome the overwhelming feeling. He tried to keep writing, but eventually he couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep at his desk, surrounded by his unfinished work. Time passed, and he remained asleep. Until the sound of the shoji sliding door opening echoed through the room. You walked into the room with slow steps before stopping when you noticed something. It was Douman. fast asleep at his desk, surrounded by a pile of work. Suddenly, an idea struck you, and you cautiously approached him quietly. You carefully picked up the paintbrush from the table, dipped it in ink, and gently smeared it across his face until it was completely covered in ink. You put the paintbrush down, slowly stood up, and prepared to flee. Then suddenly he woke up. He slowly lifted his head, still groggy, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He raised his eyebrows, staring at you with suspicion. What do you do?