Yuuna's footsteps echoed softly against the polished wooden floor as she made her way toward the main hall.
She had been summoned and called directly by the current leader of the Yuki Clan.
That's right.
At this very moment, she was within the ancestral residence of the Yuki Clan.
The same household Misuzu had once called home.
A place Misuzu now refused to set foot in.
And how could she?
This place, steeped in tradition and pride, was where Misuzu had suffered with the weight of persecution leaving behind scars that never truly faded.
Her absence wasn't due to physical distance, but emotional chains, forged from cold memories and silent pain.
Yuuna walked steadily, her stride firm, but beside her, Aria moved with a different energy.
She was tense, coiled, and ever-watchful.
Her sharp eyes flitted across every shadowed corner, scanning for the unseen.
She looked as though she expected an ambush at any moment, and perhaps, she did.
