The snow thickened as the car slowed to a stop in front of a grand yet aged building. The gentle jolt stirred Yuki awake. Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, her head spinning faintly from a sleep that had never truly been restful.
The house before them looked like a fragment of the past that stubbornly endured, even as time marched on. Gray stone pillars, large windows framed with wood, and antique carvings stood as proof of a long history etched into its walls. Unlike Ivan's modern residence, Niky's home felt old-fashioned, yet no less magnificent.
Yuki stared at the building for a long moment, as if gathering the courage to take even a single step out of the car.
While she was lost in thought, a gentle touch landed on her shoulder.
"Yuki."
Yuzu smiled softly when Yuki turned to look at her.
"Let's go inside."
