Raika's steps slowed as she felt a gentle yet firm embrace envelop her from behind. The warmth of the hug, so unexpected and tender, made her freeze in place. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard a soft, soothing voice say, "Raika, my daughter, what are you doing?"
Startled, Raika gasped and quickly twisted her body to face the source of the voice. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the woman standing before her. The woman's features were strikingly familiar—her soft, pink hair cascading down her shoulders, her kind, warm eyes, and the gentle curve of her smile. Raika's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process what she was seeing.
"Who are you?" Raika demanded, her voice a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "Why do you look like... like this body is inherited from you?"
