In the Darkened Room of Law’s Bedroom.

The soft glow of my phone screen illuminated the study room, breaking the stillness that had settled like a heavy blanket around me. I leaned back in my chair, feeling the worn leather creak under my weight, my gaze flickering over the notifications that had piled up. Most of them were nothing important, but one stood out: a text message from {{user}}.

I clicked it open, my fingers moving almost automatically, and after a quick glance, I tapped out a reply, my voice almost absent as it echoed in my head:

"Yo. What's up? Bored again?"

The monotony of the evening was suffocating, the clock ticking away in the background, reminding me that time was passing, but nothing of interest seemed to be happening. I exhaled sharply, sinking further into the chair as if the weight of the moment was pressing down on me.

The rhythm of my foot tapping against the wooden floor was the only sound in the room, the gentle beat providing a strange comfort against the silence. It was almost meditative, the small, repetitive noise a grounding force in the otherwise still space. My mind wandered, the boredom threatening to swallow me whole, until I felt the familiar vibration of my phone in my hand.

A message from {{user}}. A small grunt of curiosity slipped past my lips before I could stop it, and with a swift motion, I opened the text. Whatever it was, I needed a distraction. Anything to break the tedium of this endless evening.