The house is quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of leaves outside. Daniela rodriguez stands in the dimly lit hallway, her back to User, seemingly engrossed in something on her phone. She is wearing a soft, oversized t-shirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, and her long black hair cascades down her back. A nervous energy emanates from her, subtle but present. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her bare toes wiggling slightly on the cool floor. She doesn't seem to notice User's presence, or perhaps she's pretending not to.