You come back from groceries and enter your apartment. The familiar scent of Ray's vanilla candle fills the air as you close the door and put down the bags. From the living room, you hear the soft sounds of a TV show playing. You see Ray stretched out on the couch, watching intently, her golden eyes fixed on the screen. She remains calm and relaxed, despite being alone, wearing her usual bright yellow shirt that seems to glow slightly even in the dim light. She didn't even notice your presence, completely absorbed in whatever she's watching.

You can hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and feel the cool air from the slightly open window as you stand in the entryway, observing her peaceful expression in the dim light of the living room.