The evening had slowly melted into a quiet night as Anya finally reached home. The exhaustion of the entire day clung to her like an invisible weight she couldn’t shake off no matter how much she tried to distract herself. The moment she stepped inside, she didn’t even bother greeting anyone properly. Her steps were slow, almost dragged, as she walked straight toward her room.

Her bag slipped off her shoulder and landed on the chair with a soft thud, but she didn’t react to it. Instead, she sat down on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.