"W-Who…"
Luna's voice cracked slightly as she spoke, the word barely leaving her throat. She sat at the edge of the bed cautiously, her posture stiff, her body subconsciously bracing for something—she wasn't sure what.
Her green eyes stayed locked on the unfamiliar figure standing in the doorway.
Unfamiliar… but not entirely.
There was something in the way he stood. Something in the slouch of his shoulders, the downward tilt of his head, the dullness in his gaze.
'Wait... doesn't he seem… familiar?'
Her brows furrowed as she tried to place him.
"…are you?" she asked, her tone quiet, uncertain, but her stare was sharp—studying him, dissecting every detail of his face.
She didn't recognize him. Not fully. But she remembered everyone who'd directly introduced themselves to her, everyone who had approached her since she arrived.
This boy—man?—wasn't one of them.
