The day was gloomy, and raindrops hung on swaying flowers outside. Thick gray clouds covered the sky like a blanket, stretching far and wide. The air was wet, and a gentle drizzle turned everything into a misty blur. The vibrant colors of the surroundings turned dull, and even the chirping birds seemed muted. The only audible sound was the raindrops hitting surfaces, and the crackling of burning wood from the fireplace provided warmth against the chilly weather.
Draymond chose to stay in the living room, sinking into the soft, snug couch. His broken phone lay on the glass center table. Grandma found it in his suit before she washed it and kept it with her since she forgot to give it to him.
Tapping his fingers on the couch's armrest, Draymond sighed and crossed his arms, pondering how to reach his men. With no resources and a broken phone, he felt helpless. What could he do without money, a phone, or cards?