Maya's eyes fluttered open, greeted by an unfamiliar environment. A puzzled frown settled on her face as she took in the makeshift bed she was on and the sounds of something sizzling that filled the air.
The room, though confined, seemed to serve as a bedroom, although a modest one.
Sunlight streamed through the window, and as she shielded her eyes from its blinding brightness, her gaze caught the arm sleeve on her hand. It was a moment of realization as she examined the unfamiliar surroundings and tried to piece together the events leading to her current situation.
The subtle clatter of kitchenware and the aroma of food being prepared hinted at someone's presence nearby. Maya couldn't shake off the disorientation, and her mind raced to make sense of the situation she found herself in.
