Yumi sat leaning against the dirty wall of the underground chamber, her wounded leg now fully healed thanks to her regeneration. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, occasionally glancing toward Zephyr, who stood not far from her with his bow in hand.
Over the past few days, Yumi had felt confused by her own emotions. Something was strange, something wasn't right. She felt like she wasn't being herself. Her mind often wandered somewhere else, and her chest felt tight for no reason. But now, seeing Zephyr before her, that confusion only deepened.
She knew her fate was sealed.
No way out. No chance to escape. Zephyr was here, the Star Witch was somewhere nearby, and all her subordinates were dead. She was alone, wounded, with nowhere to run.
Zephyr stared at her. His heterochromatic eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're quiet," he said, his voice flat.
Yumi flinched. She tried to smile—that flirtatious smile she always used to captivate men. But the smile felt bitter, fake, even to herself.
