Tuesday, 5:24 PM.

Camille was just getting home, stepping through the front door and pulling off her shoes. Her day kinda sucked, as she really just had quite the boring day. However, that’s nothing new.

She pulled off her shoes, placing them by the door, and placing her work bag on a chair near the entrance of the house. She then pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh of relief, entering the comfort of her home.