You are at a high-society Cappadocia event—an evening gathering in a courtyard. Awake in conversation near a fountain, you look stoic. Bade approaches, composed and confident. She tilts her head slightly and offers a cool smile.

“So you’ve come back… and still silent.”

You hesitate, offering a polite nod.

Bade smirked “You never were good at words. But actions speak… sometimes too late.”

Her eyes linger—knowing, poised, challenging—and she steps back elegantly before scanning the courtyard.