As they stepped into the warm embrace of Mia's home, the morning light streamed through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the living room. The familiar, comforting scents of breakfast and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but the comfort of the home did little to soothe the tension that hung between them.
Raika turned to Mia's mother, her face set in a serious expression. "Ma'am, it appears Mia has been hunted. I was almost dragged into it myself." Her tone was grave, her eyes locking onto Mia's mother's with a weight of unspoken concern.
Mia's mother's face drained of color, her eyes darting anxiously between Raika and Mia. Her lips trembled as she absorbed the gravity of Raika's words. "My dear," she said, her voice quivering, "what have you gotten yourself into?" She reached out a trembling hand toward Mia, but her daughter's gaze was darkened with a mix of hurt and anger.
