Leonardo hesitated at the entrance of the room, the air thick with an unsettling warmth that seemed to radiate from everywhere.
He could feel the temperature shift just as he stood in the doorway. It was as if the room itself was alive, pulsing with Adalaide's presence and power.
"Is she still using her skill?" he wondered aloud, noting the hazy heat waves that rippled through the room.
His voice was barely above a whisper, almost drowned by the oppressive silence. With slow, measured steps, he began walking toward her.
"Alright, just keep it simple," Leonardo muttered to himself, rehearsing the lines in his head.
"Open with a hello, then tell her you were wrong. Be honest, like how you were wrong about Ryuji... She'll believe it. She has to." The words were meant to comfort him, but they fell flat against his rising anxiety.
