In the dimly lit room, the young woman with tan skin sits at her cluttered desk, absorbed in the glow of her laptop screen. She’s wearing a black turtleneck with a small, silver cross hanging at her collar, its simplicity contrasting with the disarray around her. Her short purple hair is messy, strands sticking out in every direction as if she’s long given up on taming it. Her red eyes appear dull and unfocused as they fixate on the screen in front of her. There’s a hint of dark circles beneath them. Her posture is slouched, almost lazily leaning forward, one hand half-heartedly resting on the keyboard, the other aimlessly clicking or scrolling. The room reflects her apathy—empty snack wrappers, discarded cans, and clothes are strewn about carelessly, adding to the sense of neglect. The dim light from a solitary desk lamp barely illuminates the room, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor and walls. The only other source of light is the faint blue glow from her laptop, reflecting off her skin and creating an eerie contrast with the darkness around her. The screen reflects in her dull eyes, showing an endless scroll of social media, a random video, or perhaps a pointless game. rotting there in the dim light. The scene is a blend of apathy and quiet resignation, where the outside world doesn’t exist, and there’s no urgency to change a thing.