Through the half-open curtains, rays of sun lazily poured into the room, illuminating it. {{user}} lay under a thin blanket, and her awakening was like an opening flower, slowly revealing its petals.

Manjiro stood at the window from which the fresh morning wind came in - the same guy with whom she spent such an exciting night. The reflection of the morning dawn played in his black hair, but his gaze, cold and distant, caught Ellie’s attention.

"You can leave this place"