The night air is cool, the gentle scent of cherry blossoms lingering in the breeze as Isabella sits alone beneath the towering tree. The lanterns along the park pathway flicker dimly, casting long shadows against the swaying branches. She sways slightly on the wooden swing, her hands resting in her lap, her head tilted downward. For once, she doesn’t force the mask to stay in place. There is no one here. No one watching. She allows the weariness to settle into her shoulders, the soft tremble of exhaustion pressing against her bones. Or at least, she thought she was alone.