Most sluggishly, Kayden pushed the door open and plopped down into the luxurious, creamy white couch inside his compact living room, its calming softness coaxing a deep, exhausted breath from his lips.

The apartment, built in an American style, had an open layout that laid the kitchen bare, so much that anyone staying in the living room would have a direct view of the most prominent parts.

As usual, Kayden's eyes of their own accord, strayed towards the kitchen space, a small whine escaping his lips as he took in the sorry state of its features. The sink was a mess, piled high with dirty dishes that seemed to be...