Morning light filtered through the grand windows of Raika's mansion, casting a warm glow across the lavish interior. The soft chirping of birds outside mixed with the distant hum of the city beginning to stir awake. Raika, already up and about, moved through her morning routine with practiced ease. Her usual breakfast—a simple yet satisfying meal of fruits, toast, and tea—was quickly consumed as she mentally prepared for the day ahead.
After finishing her breakfast, Raika made her way down the long, elegant hallway of the mansion, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. The hallway was adorned with portraits of her family, each one a reminder of the legacy she was a part of. But today, something felt different. As she walked, Raika suddenly paused, her hand instinctively reaching up to rub her hair as a thought crossed her mind.
