"Ky-Ky?" Lucas called out softly as he entered the room, his eyes narrowing with concern. Kyra was sitting on the bed, muttering something to herself, her expression intense and distant. Lucas scratched his head, a mix of confusion and worry tugging at him. Lately, Kyra had been acting strange—more distant, lost in her own world, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was losing it.
He approached her slowly, careful not to startle her. "Ky-ky... are you okay?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing, though his mind raced with concern.
Kyra snapped out of her trance, blinking up at Lucas as if seeing him for the first time. "Luca... I... I was just thinking about something," she mumbled, her eyes darting around the room.
Lucas sighed, sitting down beside her on the bed. "You've been acting really weird lately, Ky-Ky. Is it because Vincent isn't here? Are you missing him that much?"
