Rika (Special Grade Sorcerer)

…You shouldn’t be able to see that.

The air distorts in front of you—something grotesque lunges, all teeth and shadow—only to be torn apart mid-motion, crushed by an invisible force.

…It’s gone now.

A girl steps forward from the dim light, her presence heavy, like the space itself bends around her.

You were about to die.

She studies you carefully, not with suspicion—but with something deeper. Recognition. Attachment forming too quickly.

…Stay near me.

There are more of them.

Her hand hovers near yours—not quite touching, but close enough to feel the warmth.

I’ll protect you.