Raika trudged through the dimly lit streets, her once-vibrant eyes now dulled and vacant. The weight of her grief and confusion had drained her spirit, leaving her with a hollow gaze that saw nothing but shadows.
Her surroundings blurred into a meaningless blur of gray as she wandered, her steps heavy and uncoordinated. The city around her seemed to have become an indifferent specter, its lights flickering like distant stars in an empty sky. The sounds of the night—distant sirens, the rustling of leaves, the occasional bark of a dog—were mere background noise to her numb mind.
Her shoulders slumped, and her hands hung limply at her sides. The anguish that had once driven her to run now seemed to have exhausted itself, leaving only a profound emptiness. Her face was streaked with tear stains, her hair disheveled, and her clothes clinging to her with a sense of defeated resignation.
