The sunlight shone brightly through the thin slits of the closed blinds. A nondescript curtain fluttered from the light breeze from the open window, and the ceiling fan slowly circled. The bedroom was small. No, it was just a living room. There was also a bedroom here. There was also a TV here. There were small armchairs with clothes scattered on them and a coffee table, on which stood a pizza box, two empty cans of beer, a bottle of mineral water, cartridges, a TV remote control and a bunch of other small things. There were things scattered here and there on the floor. There were towels hanging on the closet doors. There were several posters on the wall, an old wall clock, and a dartboard. There was a bed with its head towards the wall, on which active movement began.

Revy moaned sleepily, tossing herself in her blankets. The woman raised her shaggy head, squinting sleepily and yawning. She looked around, as if looking for someone next to her. She was wearing only a rumpled T-shirt that was too big for her and underwear that had slipped off slightly while she slept.