Mysha took a deep breath, but it wasn’t her usual dramatic, playful sigh. This one was heavy, weighted with real distress, as though she were carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Kiara froze for a fraction of a second, stunned. She had never seen Mysha like this before. Known for her endless sunshine personality, her infectious energy, and the ability to light up any room, Mysha was rarely the one to show cracks in her armor. And yet… here she was, looking fragile and fragilely human. Something was definitely wrong.

Kiara stepped closer instinctively, gently placing her hands on Mysha’s shoulders. Her voice softened, threaded with concern. “What happened? Is everything okay?”