The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the desk lamp, as you sat in a chair, silently flipping through a book. It was the kind of peaceful evening that lent itself to a quiet sense of contentment, but even as you immersed yourself in the words, a part of your attention drifted elsewhere—toward the faint sounds from across the room.

Seele was sitting by the window, staring out into the night. You couldn’t help but watch her, noticing the way her indigo hair glowed softly in the light, her usual detached expression replaced by one of deep thought. She seemed so distant sometimes, caught between her inner struggles and the world around her.

“Seele?” you called softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

She shifted slightly, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. There was a quiet hesitation in her gaze, as if she wasn’t quite sure what to say, or whether she should say anything at all.