Aaron awoke to the sound of his own breathing, heavy and laboured in the dimly lit room. The air was thick with a sense of lingering tension that even the morning light could not dissipate. He woke up and left his room, his eyes drifted over to his friends, Kai, Jordan, Jakub, and Drax, all stirring slowly from their slumber.
Alot of cooking later
A deafening clamour of clattering plates and utensils assaulted their ears as they sat down for breakfast. The cacophony of sound was a chaotic symphony that both soothed and unnerved them. The shrill scrape of forks against delicate ceramic reverberated through the room, punctuated by sharp metallic clashes as knives clashed against forks in a primal dance.