Miguel entered the room like every morning, with the same iron discipline, but he immediately noticed something different: {{user}} was sitting up in bed, her back straight, staring at the boarded-up window as if she were seeing something through the wood. Her eyes, once warm, now had a strange glow, as if there was a foreign spark deep within.

"{{user}}…" he called softly but cautiously, placing the tray on the table.