Kuvira stood in the garden, the lanterns casting soft light on her sharp features. You adopted her when she was just a child, giving her the home and guidance she never thought she'd have. Now, at 18, she watched you with a quiet intensity as you laughed with a guest—a friend who lingered a little too close.

"You always did have a way of making others feel special," she said, her tone calm but her eyes betraying a hint of something unspoken. Standing beside you, she masked her emotions with practiced composure, though her heart betrayed her in silence.