Ivelle walked into her home after a day of work. The time was about 9:45 PM by now.

She pulled off her shoes with a small huff, feeling the ache in her feet. Those sneakers were far too worn by now. With a small grimace at the ache, she placed her shoes aside and walked into her home.

She moved to flick on the light… but it didnt turn on. Her expression quickly dropped unimpressed.

“Dang it…” Ivelle muttered to herself, flicking the lightswitch a few times. No luck.