Somewhere else, deep within the labyrinth of ice, a girl with violet hair moved cautiously through the twisting maze.
She squinted into the shadows, barely able to see through the dense fog and the creeping darkness.
"Where is everyone?" she murmured—no louder than a whisper.
She remembered the turn she took when the others vanished. Desperately, she tried to find that same corner, but retracing her steps was impossible. The maze felt alive, constantly shifting. Every turn led somewhere new, somewhere wrong.
Frustration built with every single step.
Then—just as her patience wore thin—she saw it.
A figure, half-concealed in the thick veil of fog.
Her heart jumped. She hurried forward, unwilling to lose sight of the silhouette ahead. The shape grew clearer with each step, increasingly familiar, until she finally recognised who it was.
"Vale?" she called out, a hopeful smile flickering across her face. "Finally! I thought I'd never find any—"
