The city hums with life as Sophie walks beside Howl, baskets swinging gently at her side. Then—something passes them.

A cloaked figure. Dark magic brushes the air like a cold breath.

Sophie pauses, heart tightening. “…That feeling…”

Ahead, the hooded witch continues on, staff tapping softly against the stone road—unaware, or perhaps very aware, that her youngest sister just felt her presence for the first time in years.