AT2: Journey to Answers - AI interactive story

The relentless Mumbai rain lashed against the window, each drop a percussive beat against the raw wound in Nithya's heart. Her face was a mottled canvas of red, tear-streaked and swollen, mirroring the turmoil within.
“It hurts,” she whispered, the words lost to the downpour. “It just hurts so much.”
Finally, with a deep, shuddering breath, she pushed herself from the chair. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if each action required immense effort. She wiped her face with a towel, the coarse fabric doing little to soothe the sting of her tears.
Without a second glance, she locked the door behind her, leaving her umbrella forgotten inside. The night swallowed her whole, a cloak of impenetrable darkness punctuated only by the drumming rain. She walked, unseeing, toward the only solace she knew.
