The knock on the door echoed through the silence of the room, the sudden sound piercing the quiet with a sense of urgency.
The door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a lone figure standing on the threshold.
Haze sat in the bed, his body seemingly swallowed up by the mountain of covers that surrounded him.
The sheets were twisted and tangled, forming a makeshift fortress that cocooned him from the outside world.
The room was dark, the curtains drawn shut to block out the light of the sun.
It was as if Haze had burrowed into the shadows, seeking solace in the darkness as he hid away from the world.
A somber silence hung in the air, the only sound the occasional rustle of the sheets as Haze shifted in the bed.
