PoV Forren
We remained stuck in our bedroom for quite a while—three hours, maybe more or less. It was hard counting the minutes passing by while I was sitting down in front of the entrance door to my apartment with a small plastic ball, repeatedly bouncing the ball on the door handle and catching it back again using my aura.
I don't know how many times I threw that ball. I was in a dazed state; the world around me had completely disappeared; the only thing left was that round, metallic door handle. I barely managed to hit the handle in my first hundred shots, but with time I was able to finally adapt. Then I started working on controlling where the ball bounced off, and after more than a thousand attempts, I finally managed to figure out the angle to make the ball bounce back into my hands.
