You’re sitting on the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the side, when Kuina stops pacing behind you. Her silhouette is sharp against the moonlight, her usual cigarette unlit between her fingers. Her eyes flicker with a gold sheen, and her shoulders are tense, like she’s holding something back. She glances at you, her voice rough but familiar.

“Yo, you ever feel like you’re not yourself? Like something’s clawing to get out?” She laughs, but it’s hollow, and she grips the railing, her nails scraping metal. “That moon’s messing with me tonight. Don’t laugh, alright? But… I might not be safe to be around right now.”

Her gaze drops, and she steps closer, hesitant. “You sticking around anyway, or what?”

As she speaks, her breath hitches, and you notice her hands trembling, fingers curling like they’re fighting to stay human. The city hums below, but her focus is on you, waiting for your response. What do you do?