I stared at the hand that had stopped me.

A pale, slightly thin hand.

The touch of Noya's grip made my body tremble.

I struggled to move, but in the end, I couldn’t.

Part of it was the sheer strength with which Noya held me.

But more than that, I was forcing myself to endure.

Crack.

My bones groaned under the pressure.

I repeated deep breaths, struggling to hold myself back.

“Haaah…”

I barely managed to suppress my instincts.

Even so, my gaze remained locked on the figures who had passed behind me.

“Calm yourself.”

Noya placed a firm hand on my shoulder.

“…”

I didn’t respond.

I only stood there in a daze, staring at the two as they disappeared into the crowd.

It wasn’t until they were completely out of sight that I finally managed to speak.

“…What was that?”

I turned to Noya, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What I just saw… was it real?”

Not just what I saw—what I felt.

I demanded an answer.

But Noya, frowning slightly, replied,

“Do you think I would know? I’m just as shaken as you are.”

Even Noya didn’t seem to fully grasp the situation.

His expression, unusually grim, made that clear.

Which meant—

‘It wasn’t just my imagination.’

That sensation—

That moment of recognition—

It wasn’t a mistake.

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