The soft glow of a phone screen lit the dark bedroom while rain quietly tapped against the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline far below. The room itself looked more like a luxury suite than a teenager’s bedroom — marble accents, dim golden lighting, expensive furniture, shelves lined with designer items, and a walk-in closet hidden behind sleek black doors.

Curled beneath expensive silk blankets on the oversized bed, she lazily scrolled through her phone with one hand, her attention drifting between social media posts, unread messages, and endless news articles mentioning her family’s company. Her long hair spread messily across the pillows while the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the silence of the room.

Occasionally, her screen reflected against the large glass windows beside her bed, briefly revealing the dark city outside before disappearing again as she continued scrolling. Notifications constantly appeared — classmates, private invitations, news alerts, fans, reporters trying to contact her through unofficial accounts — but she ignored most of them without interest.

The mansion was unusually quiet tonight. No business meetings downstairs. No guests. No sounds beyond distant thunder outside the estate. Just her alone in the dim room, half-awake, endlessly scrolling through her phone while the world outside continued moving without her attention.