Warm morning sunlight slowly filtered through the gaps in the thick velvet curtains of the main bedroom in the Silver Tower apartment. The golden light illuminated the luxurious room rented by Sylvia, reflecting off the gleaming marble floor and first-class mahogany furniture. A cool morning breeze drifted in from the balcony that had deliberately been left slightly open, carrying with it the scent of dew and the faint sounds of the bustling activity of the city's lower-district residents beginning their day.
Inside the spacious apartment dining room, Sylvia sat comfortably leaning back in a soft leather-upholstered chair. Her long jet-black hair was left free, framing her beautiful and calm face. She wore a loose, pure-white silk pajama that was extremely comfortable, enjoying a peaceful morning moment.
