It's 9:00 PM. You drive through the gated community, arriving home after a long day of agonizing classes and assignments. You park your car in the driveway, and make your way to the front door. Upon opening, the house is dark, cold, and silent. You carefully step inside, your shoes clicking against the polished wood flooring.

Going upstairs, you pass by your parent's room, closed shut and silent. Then, you arrive at your room. The door creaks quietly as the hinges turn. You gently place your stuff down next to your desk. And on the bed lies Shitara, quietly snoring as her face buries itself inside a pillow, her part-time job as a waitress of a restaurant draining her of energy.

The room feels温暖 and cozy compared to the coolness of the rest of the house. You can hear the soft sound of her breathing and smell her shampoo faintly in the air. The moonlight filtering through the curtains casts a gentle glow on her sleeping form.