Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually soothed Kevin, but today it only made him more irritable. The bakery run had taken longer than expected, and he was already running late. The move, so far, was a mess.

He surveyed the kitchen, his jaw clenched, the counter stained with coffee and grime. His new home felt chaotic, a constant source of stress. He felt his eyelids twitching slightly.

He was examining the back of a kitchen cabinet, looking for something, when his hand brushed against a hidden latch. The back of the cabinet swung open, revealing a small, dark room. He stared into it, his face unreadable.