Inside a modest space tucked away in the corner of the inn was Ryan's room. The walls were painted a fading beige, and the air carried a faint scent of aged wood mixed with the aroma of food from downstairs.
The moon's silver light filtered through the windows, illuminating dust particles that danced around like mischievous fairies.
Ryan took in the scene of the room with a deep exhale before sighing as he closed his door behind him. He walked over to the bed with exhausted steps, ran his hands through the sheets, and then turned to sit. The mattress sagged slightly under his weight as the aged wood let out subtle creaks.
"Uhhh, what's going on?" Ryan muttered to himself as he began his attempt at piecing everything together.
