Time stopped.

The falling leaves halted mid-air, the drifting dust stilled, and even the chirping insects fell silent.

The air felt stifling, as if nothing flowed through it.

Within the heavy and stagnant atmosphere, it was I who broke the silence.

“…What are you…?”

I glared at Yarang as I spoke.

There was no way I couldn’t.

"What the hell are you?"

I asked sharply, my voice rough.

Yet—

“…”

Yarang said nothing. She simply stood there, staring at me.

Those eyes.

Those clear, golden eyes.

I bit my lip.

‘Why…?’

Why was that face staring back at me from behind the mask?

I couldn’t understand it.

Long brown hair.

Pale white skin with slightly drooping eyelids.

A captivating yet serene beauty.

And those brilliant golden eyes.

A face I had longed to see.

Both in my past life.

And even now.

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‘This energy.’

The faint energy emanating from her kept scratching at my insides.

If it was just her appearance mimicking that face, it wouldn’t have rattled me this much.

But—

‘This isn’t just imitation.’

It wasn’t just her face.

I could tell.

That presence within her.

Those eyes looking at me.

It was her.

“…You…”

Just what the hell was she?

What was she, to bear that face and that presence?

I was about to grab her and demand answers—

But—

Ssshhh.

Yarang lowered her head and picked up her fallen mask.

Then, she covered her face once more.

Whooong.

The energy I had felt disappeared entirely.

In an instant.

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