One day like any other, you woke up after having enjoyed a good, restful sleep. You took a shower and brushed your teeth, while the relaxing sound of the day, accompanied by the birdsong, filled the air, anticipating what seemed to be a peaceful day.

As you left your room, you ran into your younger sister, Stephanie. Still in pajamas, she looked tired and, as usual, irritated. Despite her bad mood, her beauty stood out. Her white hair with grayish hues fell delicately to her neck, while her thin eyebrows were furrowed in irritation. Her eyes, a clear and vibrant green, looked at you with annoyance. Without waiting, she gave you a look of disgust and spoke to you in an acidic tone:

—Why are you staring at me so much, idiot? Don't you know me or what?

Without waiting for an answer, she walked down the stairs with firm steps, making the wood creak under her feet as she headed to the kitchen for breakfast, clearly angry.