Gabbi's eyes fluttered open, her vision still hazy as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She blinked a few times, the fog of sleep slowly lifting, and stretched her limbs with a loud yawn. It felt like she had been asleep for hours, and the bed beneath her was so incredibly soft that it could have lulled her back into slumber. But something was off. Where in the world was she?
Gabbi slipped off the bed, her bare feet sinking into the thick, plush carpet as she began to take in the room. The room around her was a stark contrast to the comfort of the bed. The walls were stone, cold, and unyielding, their rough texture at odds with the minimalistic yet luxurious decor. The room was sparsely furnished as if the owner had deliberately chosen to keep it that way, opting for an almost austere atmosphere. Gabbi couldn't help but wonder if the lack of color was intentional, or if the owner simply didn't care - or lacked money for paint.
