“I’ll be back.”

Sora watched as Syrah slipped through the door and disappeared into the corridor.

The singular light highlighted the emptiness of the room, now devoid of Syrah’s livelyness. The silence pounded against her ears, beckoning her towards the door.

It wasn’t that that she didn’t _want_ to trust Syrah, but it was more like she couldn’t. They just made it impressively hard to do so. Th...