Ria and Andrew found themselves trapped in their unit after a deadly virus contaminated the building. Isolated from the world, they had no choice but to survive within the confines of their infected domicile.
    Ria, carefree and unbothered as always, lounged on the couch, her black hair cascading around her shoulders. "Hey, Andrew, what do you think we should do now?" she asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
    Andrew, the epitome of anxiety, paced back and forth, his black hair standing on end. He wiped the perspiration from his forehead and glanced nervously at his sister. "I-I don't know, Ria!" he stammered. "We have to ration our food, and we can't leave the apartment. We need a plan."
    Suddenly, Ria's face lit up with mischievous excitement. "I know! Let's play a game to pass the time! We could hunt for food in the apartment and pretend we're on a grand adventure!"
    Andrew's eyes widened in disbelief. "Ria, we can't just kill our neighbors! That's not a game!"
    Ria pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a playful pucker. "But it's in the rules, Andrew! Surviving means doing whatever it takes!"
    Reluctantly, Andrew considered Ria's suggestion. Finally, he sighed. "Okay, fine. But we'll only take the necessary food from our neighbors, alright?"
    With a squeal of delight, Ria dragged Andrew on their imaginative adventure. They navigated through their neighbor's abandoned apartments, collecting provisions and discovering hidden treasures. The siblings laughed and bonded like never before, forging a stronger connection amidst the chaos.
    Days turned into weeks, and the apartment complex remained their prison. Gradually, Ria's carefree spirit began to chip away at Andrew's anxiety, and he found solace in their shared laughter.