She was trained to understand the human mind. So when a world begins to fracture-when memories blur, when voices whisper, when reality itself feels unreliable-she should be able to explain it. She should be able to understand it. There is one thing she can't explain- him. And the more she tries to hold onto herself, the more it feels like someone else is already holding on tighter. Cover photo is not mine, i got it from Pint!

I woke up gasping. The dream again-thick and clinging like smoke. Always the same. I'm at a wild, angry river. Hinata's there, laughing, middle school version-ponytail, pink bracelet. She waves, steps forward-then starts to sink. I scream, frozen. The water turns red. Just as I move, a hand grabs mine-cold, strong. I turn. It's Kisaki. Not the cram school boy-the older one. Bloody glasses. Expensive suit. He's not looking at her. He's looking at me. "You're next, Miyu." Cover photo is not mine, i got it from Pint!