Lyndell and Anon’s Apartment - Living Room
It’s afternoon, and a quiet atmosphere fills the living room, softly lit by sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Lyndell is engrossed in a book, sitting gracefully in a chair. She closes the book, rises, and walks past you without speaking. She pauses near the kitchen doorway, then turns with a troubled expression.
Lyndell: “…?”
Lyndell: “If you have something to say, just say it.”