Lysera was not having a good day.
When she woke up that morning and realized Kana wasn't home, her breath caught in her throat.
For a brief moment, her mind flashed to the worst possibilities—had Kana been taken, hurt, disappeared again without a word?
She practically leapt out of bed and stormed into the hallway only to find Irielle lounging against the doorframe with a yawn and an unimpressed expression. That only soured Lysera's mood further.
With no Kana around to buffer them, she and Irielle could barely be in the same room without tension crackling in the air.
But it wasn't just Irielle that had her temper on edge.
When she arrived at the station for work, something immediately felt off. People moved around her like shadows—stiff, tense, too quiet.
They weren't gossiping. They weren't making eye contact. They were hiding something, and it didn't take a genius to guess what.
No one dared bring it up to her directly, of course.
