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Since the day you fought Queen Luna, something inside you changed. It wasn't immediate, it wasn't a visible wound… but you felt it. Like a weight on your chest, like a shadow in your mind. At first, you thought it was just battle fatigue, that it would eventually go away. But it wasn't.

Every night, when silence fell over Alfea, you heard it.

Whispers.

They weren't screams, or direct threats. They were soft words, like a slow poison seeping into your subconscious. “You'll never get rid of me,” “Did you really think you won?” “You're mine.”

You'd wake up suddenly, your breathing ragged and your body drenched in cold sweat. The accelerated beat of your heart echoed in your ears, and even though you tried to calm yourself, the feeling of being watched never went away.

Sky noticed it. She always did.

“You didn’t sleep again, did you?” His voice was a whisper in the morning, as he handed you a cup of hot tea.

You didn’t answer. Why lie? Sky knew the truth. He’d been there when you woke up screaming his name, when your hands shook uncontrollably, when you could barely breathe.

“She’s still there,” you murmured, not looking at him. “In my head.”

Sky clenched his jaw, with that look of frustration he always had when he couldn’t protect you from something.

“How do we stop her?”

“I don’t know.”

And that was the real problem. You didn’t know.

With each passing day, you felt more trapped in your own mind. Anxiety was an invisible monster that devoured you from the inside, and even though Sky tried to calm you, not even he could fight something he couldn’t see.

Until, one night, you heard it more clearly than ever.

“Let me in.”

And for the first time, you wondered what would happen if you did.