"Is... something wrong?" A young girl with platinum hair asked, concern creeping into her voice as her friend suddenly froze mid-sentence.
"..." The girl seated beside her, with cotton candy pink hair, remained silent, still trying to recover from whatever sensation had just hit her.
"Anna!"
"H-huh?" Anna stuttered, her breathing coming in rough, ragged gasps as she swallowed hard and turned to find her friend staring with worried eyes.
"I-Isa?" she muttered, as if surprised to find her there.
"Yes, me. So what happened? You just stopped talking mid-word," Isa frowned, tilting her head as she studied her friend.
'That feeling... it was definitely him, but...' Anna's thoughts swirled in confusion. 'What happened? Why is he connecting to me?' She instinctively tugged at the extra-long sleeves of her pink fluffy sweater, ensuring they covered the slave mark on her hand completely.
