POV: SerenThe rain had not stopped since morning, as if the sky itself was mourning something she could not yet name.Seren stood by the narrow window of the abandoned lodge, her fingers pressed lightly against the fogged glass. Outside, the forest looked alive in a way that made her uneasy—branches swaying too deliberately, shadows pooling where no shadow should belong. It felt less like nature… and more like observation.Behind her, the room creaked.She didn’t turn immediately.“I told you not to follow me here,” she said quietly.A pause.Then a voice—calm, familiar, and dangerously composed.“I didn’t follow you,” Kairos replied. “I arrived before you did.”That finally made her turn.He stood near the doorway, soaked from the rain, dark hair clinging to his forehead. Yet his expression was steady, unreadable. Like he had already accepted every possible outcome of this moment and found them all irrelevant.Seren narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t make sense.”Kairos stepped furthe
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