The scene shifted once again, and Mira opened her eyes groggily, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings.
The room was clean and tidy, a stark contrast to the home she had known all these years.
As she tried to make sense of her new environment, a voice came from the corner of the room.
"You're finally awake?"
Mira turned her head, seeing a middle aged man sitting there. He was the one who found her under the rubble that he had admittedly caused by blowing up her front door and taking half the front of her house with it.
Confusion and fear washed over her as she tried to comprehend what was happening. This was the first time she had ever left her house, and the realisation made her panic.
She started to breathe rapidly, her small body shaking with anxiety.
The middle aged man noticed her distress and slowly moved over to her side, gently stroking her freshly cleaned hair.
