Hina stepped into the living room, her footsteps soft yet echoing like whispers in a tomb.
Behind her, the other members of the Yuuna Faction followed in silence, their presence heavy with the weight of grief.
The group was gathered, or rather, what remained of them—some members were still absent.
Those present turned their eyes toward Hina, puzzled expressions flickering across their pale, grief-stricken faces. None of them had expected her to call a meeting, not in the state they were in.
The air felt cold, even though the room was warm.
It was the kind of chill that came from mourning.
Signs of deep emotional ruin clung to all of them like a second skin.
Yuuna sat at the far end of the room, her eyes red and puffy, her lips quivering as if she'd been on the verge of sobbing for hours—perhaps even days. Her cheeks were streaked with the trails of dried tears that hadn't stopped flowing.
