27th December, 2026!
2:00 PM, Sylvia.
"Aaaaa..."
The King's Mansion hummed quietly in the lazy afternoon.
In the spacious living room, faint rays of sunlight spilled through large frozen windows, casting warm patterns across the furnishings.
Aisha, settled comfortably on a plush sofa, watched television, her expression one of faint irritation.
She watched the screen intently, eyebrows knitting together as an otherworldly creature on the nature documentary displayed bafflingly peculiar behavior.
"Aaaa..."
A few feet away, Anran lay sprawled on the cool marble floor, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She strategically positioned a table fan in front of her, turned it on full blast, and opened her mouth wide, savoring the blast of chilled air as if she were a desert traveler finally feeling a breeze.
"..."
Aisha observed Anran's antics with a mix of amusement and resignation.
