Kain pushed open the door to Cherry and Jasmine's shared room, and the stark contrast between the two halves of the room immediately struck him.
Jasmine's side was immaculate, reflecting the quiet maturity of a teenager who also has the added responsibility of being the eldest daughter among many children.
The walls were painted in calming pastel shades—soft lavender and pale peach. A delicate jewelry stand displayed bracelets and necklaces, most of them likely handmade or gifted by the other children.
A vanity table stood against the wall, its surface arranged with care: a comb, a small mirror, and a bottle of jasmine-scented perfume.
Her neatly made bed had a quilt of soft blues and pinks, and beside it sat a stack of novels, their spines showing well-loved creases.
Cherry's side was its polar opposite. The walls were adorned with vibrant, clashing posters of beasts, far off landscapes, and hand-drawn doodles taped haphazardly.
