#rodel1

[jordan-natonaba]

He sits at a chair in a living area. To a cursory glance, the room might appear empty. Everything is quiet, save for the soft sound of a pencil scraping over some paper. A notebook rests on his lap, and he seems to be crossing out some writing in it. The tip of the pencil snaps loudly, and a frustrated noise leaves his lips. He looks up and around for either a new pencil or a place to sharpen it.