Level 14

The morning sun filtered gently through the cracks in the window blinds, casting slanted beams of golden light across the modest room.

Dust particles danced lazily in the light, drifting through the still air. The faint scent of damp earth wafted in from outside, a lingering reminder of the previous day's rain.

The sound of distant birdsong mixed with the quiet rustle of leaves, creating a serene backdrop to the otherwise chaotic world beyond.

Leo sat on the bed with his back pressed against the wall, her legs stretched out before him, and his gaze distant.

His injuries were yet to heal, so he wasn't out of bed yet. Rather, he wasn't allowed to be out of bed yet.

Leo was alone but the silence of the room was comforting, wrapping around him like a familiar blanket.

His fingers drummed lightly on his thigh as he stared at the sunlit patch on the floor, lost in thought.