Seraphina's Pov
I stood frozen in front of Yuna's room, staring at the wooden door as if it held all the answers to the questions swirling in my mind.
My palms were damp, and my breath felt heavy in my chest. Yura had texted me only minutes ago, letting me know that they were in Yuna's room, and now I was here, but I couldn't bring myself to knock or turn the knob.
I glanced down at my bandaged wrists, the faint sting beneath the cloth reminding me of what had happened earlier. I could still hear Yuna's screams in my head—how her voice had distorted into something primal and terrifying.
The memory of her snake-like form, thrashing uncontrollably as her other side took over, was permanently imprinted into my mind. She had looked me dead in the eye as she gripped my wrists, her strength overwhelming, and for a moment, I was sure she didn't even know it was me.