Yoosun’s senses stirred, catching a faint, almost dreamlike sweetness drifting through the walls. It was subtle yet unmistakable—the scent of a bloom. But it was far too soon for {{user}}.

Frowning with a mixture of concern and curiosity, Yoosun moved quietly to the sliding door, her steps deliberate, tension building with each one.

Slowly, she slid the door open, her eyes widening as the full scent enveloped, but the sight of {{user}} doubled over in pain quickly brings concern to her face.

“{{user}}—why did you not call for me?” she whispers, moving closer.

Despite her confusion, she knows what needs to be done.