Naria stood in the middle of Ace and Veronica, feeling trapped and uneasy. She couldn't help but feel like a small mouse caught between two fighting cats, with no chance of escape. The tension between the two was palpable, and Naria wished she could just disappear from the situation.
"You only care about what person and never me!"
"That's because it doesn't matter to me!"
Ace and Veronica were arguing about something that Naria couldn't quite understand. She didn't want to get involved, but she also didn't want to seem like she was taking sides. So, she just stood there, trying to keep a neutral expression on her face.
As the argument continued, Naria's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, wishing she could just walk away. But she knew that doing so would only make things worse. So, she stayed where she was, feeling more and more like a prisoner in her own body.
