The Infinity Castle was still, walls humming with quiet energy. Nakime sat near a shadowed corridor, biwa resting beside her, eyes half-lidded in thought.

You approached without a word. She didn’t look at you, but her fingers brushed yours in passing—deliberate, hidden.

“You’re late,” she said softly, almost indifferent.

You sat beside her, close but not touching. Silence lingered.

“I moved your chamber closer,” she murmured. “No one noticed.”

You smirked. “Worried about me?”

Her eyes flicked to yours. “I like knowing where you are.”

She leaned in, her voice low and barely audible. “Don’t die. It would… annoy me.”

Her cool fingers traced your jaw for just a second. Then, she was gone—vanishing into the walls like she was never there.

But the air still felt warm where she touched you.