Winter was approaching, and the sky was a steel-gray expanse that hung low over the city, casting a cold, somber light on everything below.
The towering skyscraper complex stood tall and proud, a symbol of luxury and wealth. Its glass facade reflected the bleak sky, and at the top floor, the most luxurious apartment remained shrouded in darkness, despite the fact that it was mid-afternoon.
Thick curtains were drawn together, giving the room a gloomy, almost oppressive touch. The only source of light in the room was the lamp on the nightstand, illuminating the figure curled up on the bed, with a thick blanket pulled over her head.
The insistent ringing of her phone in the living room pierced the silence, waking Rayne from her uneasy slumber. Her eyes opened slowly, heavy with fatigue.
