As Selene opened her dorm room, her face scrunched. The room was small, its walls faded and stained by time, the once-white paint now a dull, uneven cream. A single bed sat pushed against the corner—its wooden frame slightly creaky, the mattress sunken in the middle as if burdened by countless restless nights. The bedsheet was clean but old, patterned with faint blue stripes worn from too many washes.
Beside the bed stood a lone chair—metal-framed, paint chipping at the edges, with a wobbly leg that made it rock ever so slightly when touched. It faced the window, as if someone once sat there often, staring outside.
The window was large enough to let in sunlight during the day, but its glass was slightly smudged, and the rusted latches creaked when moved. Beyond it, you could see the vast blue sea and hear the sounds of waves.
"This is the room of first rank student," Selene said out loud with a frustrated tone.
