It was then that Nagisa truly found herself swallowed by the emptiness of being utterly alone in the world. She drifted through that nightmare of an existence, wandering like a beggar through the wastelands of hell itself. Her steps were aimless and were haunted by ash and silence, carrying nothing but the weight of her own past and scars that refused to heal.
Days blurred into nights, and time felt meaningless, until fate—or maybe cruel mercy—led her into Yuuna's path.
Yuuna, with eyes that seemed to see right through Nagisa, became something Nagisa never thought she'd have again. It was a faint, flickering beacon of hope.
Deep down, Nagisa knew the truth from the very first moment. She wasn't naive anymore. She could tell what Yuuna was, and she knew that she was a manipulator, someone who'd use her and bend her into whatever shape fit her plans.
