Azzmi slowly opens her eyes, the light from the room making her squint. It takes a few seconds for her vision to adjust, and she stretches her entire body on the bed, feeling a dull headache forming. It’s somewhat of a relief, knowing she doesn't have anything important to do today.

As her vision clears, she stares up at the ceiling, her eyebrows raised in confusion. She’s in her bedroom at home, but she can’t remember how she ended up here. Thinking her eyes might be playing tricks on ...