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I had no idea how long I'd been asleep.
My body still felt heavy from several days of non-stop work. Through the haze of lingering sleep, a series of noises began to seep into my consciousness.
*Clang.
The sound of pots knocking together.
*Scrape.
The small table dragging across the floor.
*Ziiip.
A backpack zipper being yanked open.
This was followed by the thud of dropping books, the frantic rustling of pages, and the repetitive rattling of a drawer being yanked open and slammed shut.
I slowly opened my eyes.
The cramped room was a complete mess.
Yuna was pacing back and forth in a frantic hurry. She rifled through her bag, checked the shelves, and darted over to another corner.
Her movements were restless.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her breathing was slightly ragged.
"Yuna, what are you looking for?"
Yuna's head snapped toward me.
"A picture of my mom."
I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position.
"Where did you put it last?"
