Kana leaned against the doorway of her room and exhaled slowly, the weight in her chest finally loosening just a little.
They were home.
The mansion's familiar halls greeted her like a quiet refuge after the chaos of the past few days. No gunshots, no blood, no collapsing walls. Just silence.
But her relief didn't last long.
As she sat on the edge of her bed, her mind began replaying everything—the chase, Seraphine's injuries, the way she'd been forced to push her powers beyond her limits.
Every memory stabbed at her with sharp, unrelenting guilt.
If she had been stronger… if she had known how to control her abilities… maybe Seraphine wouldn't have suffered. Maybe none of it would have happened.
Her hands curled into fists on her lap.
She hated this helplessness.
"I need to get better…I can't keep being a burden. Not anymore."
Kana whispered to herself, the words almost like a vow.
