Third-person POV
Yuna had never been the kind of person to question things too deeply, and it was not because she lacked the curiosity but because life had taught her that answers didn't always bring comfort.
Most of the time, they brought more problems, complications, and guilt, and guilt was the one thing that Yuna had decided to work very hard to live without, but lately, she couldn't stop the unease from growing in her chest.
It had started small, barely noticeable, with just a twitch in her fingers when she was around Iris or a chill running down her spine whenever Iris smiled too long at nothing. The kind of signs most people ignored, but Yura had noticed, because of course, she had.
Yura always noticed everything.
"You need to be careful around that girl," Yura had told her that morning while her eyes darted toward the other end of the corridor where Iris was pretending not to watch them. "There's something off about her."
