"What's going on in here boys?" A woman entered the room. She was 44, had long emerald green hair that fell down to her knees, and violet eyes. Her name was Amara, the boy's mother.
Amara looked over at ZT and noticed his sheets were soaked. "Again ZT, this is the fifth time this week." Amara sighed, placing a hand on her face. "What am I going to do with you?"