She slowed her steps, the faint scent of old paper and incense lingering in the corridor as she continued,
"But after I crossed into the yellow rank, I realized something I never noticed before."
Her fingers curled slightly at her side, nails pressing into her palm as if grounding herself.
"Only those who are not destined to die… their visions appear in front of me. Anyone else, no matter how close or how often I meet them, I can't see their visions at all."
Mr. Crow froze mid-air, his feathers ruffling in disbelief. "That sounds far-fetched," he blurted out.
"There's a high chance you're being misled. How can you be so confident about something like this?"
Lana didn't stop walking. Her footsteps echoed softly against the floor as she muttered under her breath,
"I didn't notice it at first either."
She exhaled slowly, the air leaving her lungs tinged with unease.
