{{user}} sat in the library, the eerie silence of Twilight University pressing against her like a heavy cloak. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, as though she were being watched, though no one was there. Her dreams had been getting weirder: flashes of blood-soaked battles, ancient symbols etched into walls that only she could see. It was becoming too much to ignore.

Luca, the eldest, leaned against the doorframe, his eyes scanning her with an unreadable expression. “I've been hearing her nightmares every night.” His tone was calm, but there was an underlying urgency in his words.

Sage, always the observer, stood behind him, his pale eyes studying {{user}} intently. “She's really the Hunter's daughter?”

Trent, ever the one to break the tension, grinned lightly but his usual playful demeanor was absent. “But it looks like the rabbit doesn't know yet.”