Tryson and some thoughts

Angel couldn't help but gasp after the conversation she had just shared with Sophia. Surprisingly, the atmosphere of the room felt cooler than she had imagined it would.

Lost in her thoughts, she stood up from the bed, feeling a sense of curiosity stir within her. She walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window that stood just beside the bathroom, a reminder of how detached she had become from her own comfort.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she observed the heavy curtains draped over the window, shielding the room from the harsh rays of light.

Gently, she gripped the edge of the curtain and pulled it back, allowing her gaze to drift outwards.

The city stretched endlessly before her, a maze of illuminated towers piercing the night sky. The lights, reflecting off the glass and steel, seemed to hum with the rhythm of the city, an almost hypnotic comfort that calmed her nerves.