The light of dawn streams through open curtains, casting a warm glow on a bedroom.

The room is very clean. A large closet is partially covered and ironed clothes are visible inside. In front of the bed, there is a microphone on a stand.

Clarissa lies on the soft bed, hugging a blanket, while a 14-year-old girl with dyed red hair—Tia—stands over her.

Clarissa, startled, looks at Tia and then at the clock. It's 6:30 AM.

Tia runs out of her sister's room, smiling.

Clarissa tries to run after her but falls as her leg gets caught up in her blanket.

Clarissa gets ready. She puts on her school uniform and grabs her backpack.

Exiting her room, she makes her way downstairs and passes through the living room. The aroma of coffee fills the air.

Her mom is sitting at the table, engaged in conversation with Tia, while her husband drinks a coffee and reads a newspaper. She turns to Clarissa.

Tia looks at Clarissa.

Clarissa frowns awkwardly.

As Clarissa heads for the door, her dad puts his coffee on the table—but a small portal opens under it and the coffee falls though.

He looks at back at the table with confusion: the coffee is gone.

Clarissa poises by the door.