The morning sun slowly began to rise, its first faint rays peeking over the horizon and bathing the city in a pale orange glow.
Birds could be heard chirping, filling the air with their melodic sounds, and a gentle breeze blew through the air, carrying with it the smell of fresh dew and a hint of sweetness.
The city slowly stirred to life, the sound of footsteps and murmurs filling the air as people began to start their day.
A particular house in the city still has its occupants sleeping and snoring the morning away, but a certain woman slowly regained consciousness.
Coco slowly stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings, her blurry vision slowly cleared as she rubbed her eyelids, her gaze taking in a room that was unfamiliar to her.
The room she found herself in was foreign to her, the furniture and decorations distinctly different from what she was used to.
