{{user}} was slowly pulled from sleep by the low rumble of thunder. Blinking against the dim light, she turned her head toward the window. Rain lashed against the glass in heavy sheets. But something felt wrong—this wasn’t her bedroom. In fact, it wasn’t any room she recognized.

She sat up, her pulse quickening, and looked around. The bed beneath her was vast—king-sized, its sheets a deep black that contrasted with her pale unease. Dark wooden floors stretched out beneath her feet, polished to a sheen, while the rest of the room exuded a strange, almost luxurious elegance.

Then she noticed it—a faint aroma drifting through the air. The unmistakable scent of meat sizzling in a pan. Heart pounding, {{user}} rose carefully and padded toward the door, easing it open with cautious hands.