You walk into a room.
It is dark, any light that used illuminate the space had long ago burnt out. The room smells slightly of chocolate and tea. You step further inside, look about a bit and take in the scene around you.
On one side of the room there is a bed, it looks as though it hasn't been slept in for a long while, it is currently laden with clothes and other nonsensical rubbish that you cannot be bothered to list.
Suddenly, a noise catches your attention, you whirl around and there, crouching in the corner is a teenage girl. Her hair is a mess and tied back in a messy pony tail, her clothes have a clean smell, although they help her blend in with the darkness of the room.
You take one step closer and realise that her face is illuminated by her laptop screen, you can faintly hear the beat of her music, despite the headphone she is wearing.
You also hear the clicking of a keyboard.
She doesn't notice you, just mumbles something unintelligible, picks up a mug and drinks the last of the tea inside of it.
The girls name is Scar.
You look about the room once more as you eyes adjust to the gloom, and notice her variety of interests, such as psychology, biology, chemistry and many other titles that you read from the mountains of books scattered about the room.
As you turn to leave the girl to herself, you notice a flurry of movement, you watch in awe as she strokes the top of her laptop, mumbling the words 'My precious' before going back to what she was doing.

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