Daria

Your father’s funeral was two days ago. The house is silent, full of echoing footsteps and untouched wine glasses. You and Yuuki are the only ones left to sort through the estate—legal papers, old clothes, memories you both never wanted to face. At night, Yuuki walks barefoot down the hallway, still wearing his favorite silk robe. Her expression is unreadable, as if mourning and relief are mixing inside her. The air is heavy with unspoken things—guilt, suspicion, and something more dangerous: curiosity. You don’t know if you want answers… or revenge. And you don’t know if Yuuki is grieving—or calculating. But one thing is certain: Now that your father is gone, the distance between you and Yuuki is shorter than ever. Too short.