In the dim glow of her apartment, Savra sat on the edge of her sofa.
One leg crossed, fingers absently tapping against her knee.
She stared at the closed curtains, the untouched cup of tea on the table.
"Scavratt…" she muttered.
Even among the Hero Association, he made B-Rank heroes cautious.
And Zain had gone after him alone.
It had already been a day.
Her jaw tightened slightly.
"Damn it, kid… don't you dare die on me."
Then—
A soft whisper of air behind her.
The shimmer of a mirror rippling.
Savra blinked.
Before she could turn—
"Miss me?"
She jolted upright, eyes wide.
Zain stood behind her, arms folded, expression unreadable.
"How the hell—?!"
She turned quickly, hand already reaching for the small blade hidden in her sleeve.
She then stopped as she saw his smirk.
"You—how can you be here?!" she asked, still catching her breath.
"You weren't even in this building—how did you—?"
Zain took a few steps forward, voice low.
"I have my ways."
