In a dimly lit room, a woman sat in an ornate armchair hunched over her phone, her features obscured by the darkness but her intense gaze pierced through the gloom, reflecting a mixture of frustration and anger. With each swipe of her phone screen, her grip tightened, the soft glow emanating from the phone, illuminating the fury etched across her face.
The woman's nails dug into the sleek surface of her phone as she scrolled, her fingers moving frantically across the screen, swiping through images and videos with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
Her silhouette which was barely discernible against the shadows, betrayed the tension and agitation coursing through her form. And yet despite much of her remained obscured, there was a sense of undeniable power emanating from her. A p
