Tiara's point of view
As I settled on the not-so-comfortable sofa, I gazed out the window, finding an odd sense of peace. The room around me felt stifling, like the walls were closing in, but here by the window, I could breathe. I wasn't sure why, but even in this unfamiliar place, looking outside calmed me.
I had no tasks to distract myself with, no chores or assignments to fill the time. So I just sat there, my eyes tracing the skyline, feeling a tinge of nostalgia for my own messy room back home. But as the minutes ticked by, the air in the room began to feel heavy, almost suffocating. I couldn't stay still any longer.
