The morning settled with a warm embrace, soothing the unsettled hearts of beings across the Earth. People hurriedly pushed aside the memories of the chaotic night and prepared for the battles that awaited them.
However, a different kind of chaos unfolded within the Brown family. Ziana had finally escaped the clutches of her drunken dreams and stepped into the harsh reality, where mental torment awaited her. She had already thrown up several times, but the lingering feeling of nausea stung deep in her veins, reducing her to tears.
"Maaaaa!" Ziana cried out, her head throbbing as she pounded it against the unruly pillows. The world spun in a whirlwind of its own, unable to endure her venting sessions any longer since she opened her eyes.
