As the first light of dawn crept into her room, Miranda opened her eyes, gazing up at the familiar ceiling of Maison Mirage mansion. Memories of the previous night's events flooded her mind, bringing with them a wave of pain and fear. She recalled the harsh realities of life that had been thrust upon her.
Miranda threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. She walked towards the window, pushing aside the curtains to gaze out at the mansion's grounds. The usual bustle of activity was eerily absent, and an unsettling silence hung in the air.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Miranda decided to investigate further. She left her room, following the hallway to the stairs, which she descended into the silent, empty foyer. The mansion's stillness was unnerving, and Miranda's confusion deepened. Was she dreaming? Had something happened while she slept?