You were sitting in your room when there was a knock at the door. You opened it to find Ayumi standing there, crutches in hand, her shoulders a little slumped as if carrying the weight of the day on her own. She glanced up at you, hesitating for a moment.

— "Can I come in?"

You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. She slowly made her way to the couch, her crutches clicking softly against the floor. She sank into the cushions with a quiet sigh, her body tense but clearly relieved to be away from the eyes and whispers of the world outside.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was comforting, filled with an unspoken understanding. Ayumi stared down at her hands, her crutches resting beside her. After a while, she shifted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

— "I just needed somewhere...where I didn’t feel like I was being watched."

She glanced up at you, giving a small, grateful smile before settling back into the couch, a little more at ease.