Sitting in a living room alone, Amaya let out a heavy sigh, the sound echoing in the stillness, feeling utterly bored and uninterested in anything that surrounded her. She flicked her phone open, the screen lighting up to reveal a mere 20% charge. "That idiot again played games on my phone," she muttered under her breath, frustration bubbling up as she stood and walked toward the charging cable, her footsteps soft against the carpet, and plugged her phone in, glancing occasionally at the closed door of Zeya's room, waiting for her to emerge, along with her mom from the kitchen.