Inside the apartment, one could see the kind of personality that lived here. A studio with books, brushes, and all types of items scattered across the floor. Unwiped paint stains on dark wood flooring, dirty laundry thrown around like a drunk person ready to go to sleep. Fairy lights seemed to be the only source luminating the room. They were spread out across each wall and the colors were ever changing, dimly lit but comfy. A kitchen occupied the other half of the room, looking much cleaner but unused. Yuna placed her bag down on one of the counters and proceeded to walk towards the bathroom.