I know who you are

Electra's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about Yuna's dream. The image of me—me as Electra Vale—watching her twin sister drown haunted my thoughts because it was the last thing I expected to be reminded of.

I wanted to dismiss it as a coincidence, as some weird figment of Yuna's overactive imagination, but no matter how hard I tried to brush it off, it bothered me, and then there was the voice. That strange, mocking voice I'd heard on the rooftop. It had spoken to me like it knew me and even went as far as mocking me for being powerless.

None of it made sense.

I paced back and forth in my dorm room, my thoughts spiraling. The pieces didn't fit, and the more I tried to make sense of them, the angrier I became. Yuna's dream was too specific. Too accurate, and there was no way she could've known about what I'd done to Yura back in my real life.

No one in this world should've known, but somehow, she'd seen it, even if it was just in a dream.