Nagisa stepped through the grand entryway of the Saionji Mansion, the faint scent of freshly polished wood and garden roses trailing in the air. The moment her shoes touched the floor, the quiet ambiance was abruptly broken.
Hina bolted toward her like a bullet, her voice sharp with urgency.
"Where's Kouhei?"
Her eyes locked onto Nagisa with laser precision, and without hesitation, she leaned in close, sniffing. Her senses immediately picked up that Nagisa still carried the faint trace of Kouhei's scent, clinging to her like a memory that refused to fade.
"I was just about to explain that to everyone," Nagisa said, her voice calm, but with a subtle edge of unease.
Hina's heart began to thud violently in her chest, like drums warning of a coming storm. A heavy, cold pressure settled in her stomach. Something was off. It felt disturbingly close to the vision she once had... a nightmare that now seemed to bleed into reality.
