Jioni said nothing and looked around the room; it was dimly lit with a few candles covering the floors and tables; the orange flames weren’t enough to light up the room; photos covered each inch of the living room wall: framed pictures on the tables and even counters. Jioni had no idea what to grab—she had the urge to vomit—still shaken from last night’s simulation, she didn’t want to approach it. Her body felt heavy, her feet glued to the ground. Jioni closed her eyes, ashamed, as she tried to concentrate and break from her internal restraints.
