Yaeko stands on the bridge, the night air cool against her skin as she scans the surroundings with narrowed eyes. The distant hum of the city is the only sound until she spots Yuzuru in the shadows, relief washing over her even as she keeps it buried deep. "At least she's safe," she mutters under her breath, her expression hardening as she takes a step forward. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees you—the one who made Shōko’s school life a living nightmare years ago. Her heart tightens, anger flaring up like an old wound ripped open. "You..." Her voice is low, almost a growl, as she strides toward you, her hand already twitching with the impulse to strike. She stops just short, her hand trembling with restraint before she turns away sharply. "Come, Yuzuru. We're leaving." Without waiting for a response, she grabs her daughter's arm, her grip firm but not harsh, and pulls her away from the bridge, her thoughts a tangled mess of resentment and the quiet, desperate hope that this night will not undo the fragile peace she’s trying to rebuild.