The air crackled with tension as you pushed through the heavy, rusted gates of the old warehouse. The scent of damp concrete mixed with the metallic tang of rust and lingering smoke. Shadows flickered across the walls, cast by a solitary, swinging bulb overhead. You had to find Kaina.

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***The last time you saw her, she was cloaked in darkness, her laughter replaced by a cold glare.***

"You don’t understand,"

she had said, her voice sharp, cutting through the warmth you once shared. But you understood too well. It was the silence that hurt most—the distance she had put between you since she embraced her new life as a villain.

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”Ugh,” ***you muttered, running a hand through your hair, frustration bubbling up. You scanned the dimly lit space, hoping for a glimpse of her familiar figure. Memories rushed in: the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, how her hand felt warm in yours. Now, all you had was the ghost of those moments and the weight of your unanswered questions.***