Delta Fate

Spanish Version: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397202621-delta-fate

“I bent reality to my will. And still, I was alone… with the truth I had always feared, nothing ever changes.”

The town was empty, washed in the harsh light of noon. Rai Duart walked alone down the street, every step heavy with exhaustion. Blood clung to his skin like dust. His shoulders slumped, his eyes fixed on the invisible distance ahead.

There was no one. Only him.

And silence—thick, absolute, almost cruel.

Everything around him faded to black.

Ominous music filled the void.

Rai stood on the rooftop of his apartment, hands buried deep in his pockets. Above him, the sky wore a blanket of clouds, heavy and unmoving.

—Do I like this world?—he asked himself, silently.

He didn’t wait for the answer. He turned and disappeared back inside.

Noa appeared in the hallway with the energy of a tornado in socks.

—Raiiii, Mom says dinner’s ready, and I have to be the messenger again!

She flung her arms around him in a hug.

—I’m coming now,—he murmured.

They sat around the table: Noa, Mother, Father—and Rai, eating in quiet compliance.

—Rai,—his father said, in that voice that meant business—how are you handling the exams?

—Good.

His father Raised an eyebrow. The air thickened.

—I hope so.

Mother chimed in, always the soft bridge between two islands of silence.

—Don’t forget to pack for university.

—I know. I have a session now.

The city was just as gray as his thoughts. Rai walked with his head down, headphones shielding him from the world. The clouds above seemed permanent.

The psychologist’s office was white, minimal, and far too quiet. A near-dead plant rested on the windowsill like an afterthought. Rai sat there, in his uniform, eyes unfocused.

The psychologist, a calm man in his forties, watched him over rimless glasses.

—Is it hard for you to talk about yourself, Rai?

Rai didn’t look at him.

—I find it hard to talk… in general.

—We can start with something simple. How long have you been playing the piano?

—Since I was five,—Rai said dryly.—My mom used to say it helped me express what I couldn’t say. I guess it worked. I never knew how to say anything. And every time I play something, I stop liking it.

The psychologist flipped through a folder.

—And yet you wrote a physics paper at seventeen. Dense. Brilliant. What were you looking for when you wrote it?

—So that people would see me. I wanted to be recognized.

—Did your father read it?

Rai nodded.

—Yes, but he didn’t understand any of it. And he’s an aerospace engineer. Says a lot.

—How’s class going?

Rai shrugged.

—Bad. Let’s say bad.

The classroom buzzed with whispers. Rai stared down at his exam—3/10. A red slash across the top.

—Rai,—the professor barked—what’s going on with you? If you want to be a physicist, you need to work harder.

—Sure…

Back in the office.

—I think I’m not… anywhere,—Rai said.

—But you are here, with me.

Rai shook his head.

—No. This place is still far from me. I’m just… overwhelmed. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to do anything.

His room was dim, a sliver of light leaking through the blinds. Rai lay motionless on the bed, staring at the wall. His face was blank, drained of life. Time felt like a burden.

—

—Do you have friends?—the psychologist asked later.

—Yes. And neighbors who think they’re my friends. They ask how I’m doing. I guess that’s affection.

—What keeps you here? Is the medication working?

—I don’t know. I guess curiosity does.

—Curiosity about what?

Rai paused.

—To see how far I can go before disappearing.

Black.

—

Rai’s voice echoed softly in the void:

—No, I don’t like this world.

Dusk. Rai saw a homeless man sitting by a wall and handed him a bill with a gentle smile, never slowing his pace.

Later, screams echoed down the hall of the university residence.

—Why is the toilet clogged again!?—Damian’s voice roared.

—It’s the Burger King! Respect my digestion choices!—Samuel cried.

—You’re joking! I swear I’m going to punch you!

—Please don’t hit me! I have fragile bones!

Rai stepped into the chaos.

—What did Samuel do now?

—This is harassment! I’m calling the police!

—I’ll go to the landlord first—someone who clogs the toilet every Sunday shouldn’t be allowed to vote.

Sahil entered, totally off-track.

—Did someone say —”omelit”—?

—No one said that, Sahil. And it’s —omelette—. For the millionth time.

—That’s right, omelettes, Rai. I love them. Especially with corn flour. You know me.

—Not asking what kind you eat.

—Omelette with chocolate,—Samuel offered.—Adds a sweet touch.

—Shut it, Samuel. You’re fat. Your last name lies.

—At least I’ve got a brain.

—Fair point.

—Enough. Bed, everyone. Early start tomorrow,—Rai said.

—Screw you!—they all chorused.

Then they laughed. Loud and unfiltered.

Morning light poured into the kitchen. Soft music played. Rai tried to open a stubborn pack of cookies.

—Come on, open up, please…

He swallowed his pills, swung a backpack over one shoulder.

—Good luck in class, donkeys.

—Be back early. We’re ordering pizza,—Samuel reminded him.

—For once, I agree with the nerdy one,—Damian added.

Sahil had other plans.

—I’m getting nachos. Thai place. I’m skipping class today.

Rai gave him a look somewhere between horror and pity.

—I’ll be back soon. Bye.

On campus, Rai moved like a ghost through the crowd, head down, words unspoken.

The classroom was nearly empty when he arrived.

—Good morning…

No one replied. He sat at the back and pulled out his digital notebook.

Later, the professor droned about thermodynamics.

—First midterm in a week. It’s 30% of your grade. Study.

Rai barely blinked.

In the cafeteria, Rai frowned at the menu.

—How did this go up by a euro?

He ate alone. Scrolled. Ignored the world.

A vending machine gave him a bag of candy. It wasn’t enough.

On his way back, his phone buzzed.

SAHIL: Need help beating goblins. Pls.

—You can’t wear that armor against goblins, you idiot…

Rai picked up his pace, a rare flicker of purpose in his step—until he noticed something.

Someone was following him.

He spun around. Nothing.

Turned again.

There she was—a girl of fifteen, smiling like it was her job, cap pulled low over her hair.

—Hello! What’s your name?

—Um… Rai?

—I’m Cloe! I’m fifteen, and I’m doing a political science project. Do you have a moment?

Her smile never wavered.

—Hmm… No.

—Thank you!

She ignored the answer entirely and kept walking beside him.

—I didn’t know there were fifteen-year-olds in college,—he muttered.

—I’m not. I’m an adult. Fifteen, but adult. My dad’s a political science professor. If I collect answers, he’ll take me to the aquarium to see toucans.

—There are no toucans in aquari—

Cloe thrust a questionnaire into his hand.

—Sorry, but I’ve got this math thing due. Like, worth 90% of my grade.

The lie was thin as rice paper.

—Oh! Then we’ll walk and I’ll read you the questions. You answer, I write. Easy!

Rai sighed.

—Okay… Why not?

Why does this happen to me? he thought. Does she have some condition?

She kept exactly a meter and a half behind him, notebook ready. He caught a glimpse of her pen grip—only her ring and pinky fingers.

Yeah, Rai decided. Definitely has some kind of condition…

—OKAY! FIRST QUESTION!—Cloe chirped.

Rai froze for a second. A scream, sharp and sudden, echoed from somewhere nearby. He didn’t flinch—at least, not visibly—but something inside jolted.

—Do you know what the term inflation means?— Cloe asked, walking beside him as if the scream had never happened.

He turned his eyes toward her without turning his head, blinking slowly.

Of course he knew what it meant. But oddly, the first person who came to mind was Samuel.

—I do,— he replied, voice steady. —It means it’s becoming harder to live with even a hint of dignity. Prices go up, and our quality of life goes down. Along with our self-worth.—

There was a spark in him now. Something between cynicism and a strange, fleeting motivation.

Cloe nodded thoughtfully. —Hmm. I once had inflation in my ankle playing soccer,— she said. —Didn’t know money could swell too... I’ll take note.—

Rai blinked at her, unsure whether to laugh or run.

—I thought this was a political science quiz.—

—It is,— she answered. —Second question: If you were president, what would your first law be?—

He didn’t hesitate. —Ban all student interviews on campus—especially for those who’ve spent five hours listening to professors who are only here because research doesn’t pay. Also, freeze student meal prices.—

She jotted something down in her notebook with exaggerated care.

—The subject is a national socialist…— she mumbled under her breath.

—How the hell did you get to—?—

—THIRD QUESTION!— she blurted, cutting him off with manic enthusiasm. —Who do you trust more: a politician or...?—

—Second option,— Rai said flatly, not even letting her finish.

Cloe made another note, nodding seriously. —Interesting. The subject believes unicorns exist.—

If your father wrote these questions, Rai thought, it makes sense he once tried to pet a toucan in an aquarium.

—FOURTH QUESTION!— she shouted, completely undeterred. —Do you think wars should be resolved with rock, paper, scissors?—

Rai kept walking, eyes fixed ahead like nothing mattered.

—Better that than missiles,— he said. —Though in politics, everyone always chooses rock. Then they complain that no one picked paper.—

Cloe stopped writing and looked at him thoughtfully.

—The subject is homosexual.—

Rai blinked.

He had officially lost his grip on reality.

—LAST QUESTION!— she cried. —Are you aware that the government is corrupt and most politicians lie?—

He stopped walking. Slowly, dramatically, he turned to face her, mouth open in mock shock, eyes wide with sarcastic disbelief.

—No. Really? I had no idea.—

Cloe, apparently missing the sarcasm entirely, nodded solemnly and scribbled it down.

—Okay, let’s see…— she said, flipping through her notebook. —According to the results... you’re Pisces.—

—I’m Scorpio.—

—Not anymore.—

Rai narrowed his eyes. —Can I ask what twisted logic brought you to that conclusion? Even though, to be honest, I don’t care much…—

Cloe hesitated, clearly nervous. —Uhm… I’d rather not say.—

She clutched her notebook to her chest. Rai Raised an eyebrow and yanked it from her arms before she could stop him.

Inside, he found... a crudely drawn horse.

—…This is a horse.—

Before he could say more, Cloe snatched the notebook back, smiling brightly.

—Thank you for participating in the questionnaire! See you tomorrow!— she chirped. Then, as if that weren’t enough, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a lobster-flavored candy. —Here, take this!—

And just like that, she ran away.

Rai didn’t ask where the candy had come from. He just stood there for a moment, quietly absorbing the bizarre encounter. Then, shrugging slightly, he turned and headed home.

—What do you mean ‘see you tomorrow’…?— he murmured. —Eh. Whatever. I’m getting ice cream.—

Yum Yum Ice was the place where Rai and his group could get a nice ice cream..

Aroa was already scooping something aggressively behind the counter. As usual.

—Hey Rai,— she called, eyes never leaving her battle with the industrial-sized tub. —The usual?—

Rai shook his head. —Not today. I’m going to make things even weirder than they already are.—

Aroa Raised an eyebrow. —Even weirder? I thought you were the weird baseline around here.—

—I need a flavor that matches the absurdity of today,— he said solemnly.

—Well,— she said with a wry smile, —we’re out of everything except lobster and avocado.—

Rai blinked. —What the hell is going on today with the lobster flavor?—

Aroa shrugged. —Eh?—

He waved it off. —Forget it. Just give me avocado.—

—You got it.—

Aroa attacked the avocado tub with a scoop like she was fighting for justice. Then, as if they were casually chatting over coffee, she added:

—By the way, I’m a black belt now.—

—In ice cream?— Rai asked dryly.

—Taekwondo,— she said. —Almost got disqualified. Broke someone’s knee.—

Rai made a mental note never to insult her taste in toppings.

A customer walked in.

—Hello,— the stranger asked hopefully. —Do you have any beef ice cream?—

Aroa didn’t even blink. —NO. GET OUT.—

The customer burst into tears and ran out. Rai stood there, stunned.

—Is that... how you treat people?—

—Only the ones I don’t like,— Aroa replied sweetly. —I need an outlet for my rage.—

Rai Raised an eyebrow. —I hope I’m not next.—

—Don’t worry, I like you,— she smiled. —It’s 5 euros. But since your haircut offends me, today it’ll be 6.—

Rai stared blankly.

—Just kidding,— she said, cackling. —Wanted to see if I could get away with it. Come back anytime, weird boy.—

He left the shop with the avocado ice cream in hand and a deepening existential spiral in his mind.

Rai returned home, licking his ice cream with the sad dignity of a man clinging to normalcy.

—I’m back,— he muttered as he entered.

Damian looked up from the couch. —What’s with your face? Let me guess—no beef ice cream?—

Samuel glanced over from behind a book. —Cabbage flavor’s better anyway.—

Rai didn’t respond. He just stared into the void. —I need time to reflect. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this level of madness in one day.—

—Uh?— the other two chimed, confused.

Before they could press him further, a voice echoed from down the hallway.

—Sahil’s looking for you,— Samuel added. —He’s mad. Said the game he bought was being invaded or something.—

Rai sighed deeply, finishing off his cone.

—Oh no.—

He knocked.

The door instantly flew open.

Sahil stood there, eyes wide with caffeine and insanity.

—Rai... You piece of garbage... WHY DIDN’T YOU COME EARLIER?!—

—I don’t know,— Rai said honestly. —I think I encountered the dark side of humanity today——

—Shut up. I need backup.—

The room was pitch dark, blinds sealed like a vault. A faint odor of smoked salmon hovered in the air.

—I… why does your room smell like—?—

—Look!— Sahil pointed at the screen. —A Korean has invaded my universe!—

—They can do that in this game?—

—You need to pay 200,000 gems just to travel between universes! That’s like... ten thousand euros! These people are clinically insane!—

Rai nodded. —Yeah, I’m familiar with the feeling.—

—AND NOW HE’S STEALING MY STELLAR ANTIMATTER,— Sahil shouted, panic rising. —I CAN’T LET THAT SLIDE.—

Rai squinted at the top-left corner of the screen. —Wait... why’s your username ‘06CowPoop06’?—

Sahil glared at him. —That’s a part of my past I no longer discuss.—

The Korean invader was merciless. Sahil’s screen blinked red with incoming damage.

—What would you do,— Sahil asked suddenly, —if a stranger entered your universe?—

Rai blinked. —How would I even know it’s another——

—In the game, Rai. Focus.—

—Oh. Sorry.—

Suddenly, Sahil’s space fleet was obliterated.

—I have no choice,— he whispered. —I’m self-destructing the entire universe. No one wins.—

Rai watched in horror as Sahil punched in a 16-key combination like a doomsday pianist.

A simulated black hole swallowed everything.

TAKE THAT! Sahil screamed.

Rai stared. —That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.—

—Maybe,— Sahil admitted. —But I was done with the game anyway.—

Rai sat back. —You know... I met a really weird girl today. She gave me a quiz, and I lied, said I had math homework to avoid her, but——

Sahil turned toward him. —Rai.—

—What?—

—There is math homework due tomorrow.—

Rai froze.

—Oh no…—

Rai’s room was dim. The kind of darkness that wasn’t just from the light being off, but from everything being... off.

He dropped his bag, grabbed his laptop, and collapsed onto the bed. No dinner. No movement. Just endless scrolling into nothingness. YouTube videos he didn’t want to watch. A thousand thumbnails and none of them interesting.

2:32 a.m.

He was exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.

He turned off the screen, changed into pajamas, curled into himself.

His stomach growled.

He ignored it.

The alarm blared at 7:30.

He stared at the ceiling.

—I have to go to class…—

Silence.

—To hell with it.—

Samuel knocked violently on his door.

—Rai! GET UP!—

Nothing.

He passed out again.

12:56 p.m.

He woke up. No rush. No breakfast. Took his pills in silence. Opened his laptop again. Another loop.

An email notification appeared.

Subject: Math Assignment Not Submitted – Grade: Fail

He stared at it for three seconds before deleting it.

Back to YouTube. Nothing changed.

And then—out of nowhere—a thought:

—That girl… She said ‘See you tomorrow.’—

He blinked.

—That’s insane. I’m insane. I’m not going back.—

Cut to: Rai leaving the house, disheveled, hungry, and unwashed.

Campus. Midday.

There was a crowd gathered around the main screen.

Rai approached cautiously. What could possibly be this entertaining?

His own face stared back at him.

A slideshow. A summary.

Rai: Gay Nazi Unicorn, Zodiac Sign: Pisces.

He blinked. His brain stopped working.

Then came the laughter.

A wave of it.

He didn’t know what he felt first—humiliation, rage, or the need to disappear from this timeline.

He turned and walked away, stiff, humiliated, betrayed by the universe.

—Brat,— he muttered. —When I find you—your face will be the next thing on the news.—

And then—trip.

He fell.

—Hi!— said a cheerful voice from above.

Cloe.

—You…— he growled.

—Yes?—

—You humiliated me.—

—When?—

—You really don’t know?! That slideshow on the university screen?!—

She pulled out an old phone and looked at it. —Wow, it hit a thousand views. Didn’t know this country had that many people.—

Rai stared at her, on the verge of an aneurysm.

—Why?! Just why would you do this?!—

—I wanted to show people the way I see you.—

—…as a gay Nazi unicorn?—

—No!— she frowned. —As someone who’s weird and doesn’t hide it. That’s rare.—

Rai blinked.

—I just wanted to brag,— she added, voice soft now. —Someone actually did my quiz.—

—You said it was for political science.—

—I lied.—

He stared at her.

She looked down.

—I deleted it,— she said quietly. —When I saw your face on the way out.—

Rai sighed. A thousand feelings hit him at once. Confusion. Rage. Something dangerously close to… flattery?

—You’re a walking disaster.—

She grinned. —But with a big heart!—

Pause.

—Is it really that hard for you to have fun?—

—I enjoy lying in bed thinking about existential horror and the disfigured shape of time.—

She pulled something from her bag.

—Want a cheese puff?—

He stared.

Then sighed.

—Fine.—

They laughed.

As Rai walked away—cheese puff in hand—a voice shrieked from across campus.

—RaiIIIIIIIIIIIIII!—

He turned.

Sahil, charging at full speed.

He stopped inches from Rai’s face.

—Could you not shout my name across campus?!—

A few passing girls giggled. —Guess the gay thing was true,— one whispered.

Sahil didn’t care. —Rai. What do you mean you’re a Pisces?!—

Rai blinked. —That’s what you focus on?—

—Yeah—

—By the way, I made a new friend, a girl…—

—She hot?—

—She’s fifteen, you degenerate.—

—And…?—

—You belong in jail.—

Back home.

Samuel looked up from his book. —Welcome back, princesses.—

—Where’s Damian?— asked Sahil.

—In his room. He came home ranting about buying californium. I think he thinks it’s a country.—

—It’s a radioactive substance.—

—Illegal, too.—

Rai sat down, defeated.

—Well, whatever it is… we’re definitely screwed.—

The door swings open abruptly—no knocking. Rai steps inside to find Damian staring intensely at his laptop, clad only in his underwear. Sahil follows behind, Raising an eyebrow.

– Damian, has a girl rejected you again? Sahil asks with a teasing smirk.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Damian hushes them. – Shhh, it should arrive today.

Rai folds his arms, skeptical. – I want to know something. Samuel told us you were going to buy californium. I seriously doubt that’s true.

Damian laughs, a sound almost manic. – Hehe, I found a page on the dark web selling it for 50 euros per kilo...

Rai leans closer, eyes scanning the page filled with Arabic script that he can’t read.

– Hmm... Damian, are you an idiot?

– Too stupid, Sahil chimes in.

Damian points proudly at the screen. – Why? Look, here’s a photo of its processing and transportation. It has to be real.

Rai snorts, pointing. – You mean that photo where someone used Photoshop to show a camel towing the tank?

Damian’s smile falters. – Hmmm… Are we going to die?

– Looks like it. How much did you buy?

– Hehe, let’s just say I spent 250 euros...

– You bought five kilos of some unknown substance from an Arabic dark web site!?

– CANCEL IT, HURRY, Rai demands.

Damian frowns, struggling. – I can’t! If I click cancel, pop-ups for camel-scented cologne or something appear.

– Get off the page right now.

Damian slams the laptop shut. The three exchange nervous glances but try to treat it like a game as they head downstairs with Samuel.

– Guys, it’s been a pleasure, but I’m off to New Zealand, Rai announces.

– I’m not leaving without one last omelette, Sahil says, heading into the kitchen.

Damian rubs his neck. – Sorry, guys, I let my instincts take over...

– Which you clearly don’t have, Rai quips as he stands. – I’m going to prepare for the trip.

Samuel appears, a mop in hand. – Damian, please scrub the floor. I doubt the agency will be happy if we leave the place filthy. I’m off to the bathroom.

Damian peels off his shirt from the heat and starts washing dishes.

– Damian, if some terrorist group or the cops come knocking, I swear I’ll shove the mop up your ass before they do, Sahil jokes.

– Nobody’s blowing anything up. They just scammed me, no delivery coming.

Suddenly, a sharp knock rattles the door. Everyone freezes.

– You gotta be kidding me! Rai’s voice rings from another room.

Knocks keep coming, persistent and urgent.

– Damian, you open it, you idiot, Sahil orders.

– Okay... Damian stammers nervously, approaching the door in just his underwear.

He opens it slowly. Standing there is a girl with straight brown hair, piercing light blue eyes, impeccably dressed, and a cold gaze.

Damian is speechless.

– Wow. I ordered californium and got a white chocolate truffle instead.

Iris surveys the messy room with contempt. Suddenly, Samuel emerges from the bathroom, equally undressed.

– Damian, can you buy some paper later? Samuel locks eyes with Iris, stunned.

– Do you have a boyfriend? he blurts out.

Sahil walks out from the kitchen holding a brown omelette.

– I made the chocolate tortilla for Samuel...

He freezes, staring at Iris.

– Do you have a boyfriend? he asks simultaneously.

Iris barely reacts, or maybe she’s too embarrassed to respond.

– Hello to you too. Does Rai Duart live here?

They all exchange glances.

Rai watches videos on YouTube when Sahil bursts in, slamming the door.

– What’s your problem now?

– Rai… I’m not understanding today at all, but I’ll never forgive you for hiding this from me.

– Huh?

Sahil storms out and Iris enters.

– Are you Rai Duart?

– Depends. Are you with some Arab terrorist group?

Iris Raises an eyebrow.

– I’ll assume not. What do you want? It’s the first time someone’s explicitly come looking for me. Did I do something wrong?

Iris tosses some papers on his desk like she’s walked through her own home for years.

– What’s this?

– Your work on the mass change in fundamental particles.

– Want an autograph?

– You copied my work from three years ago.

Rai’s face twists in disbelief.

– Excuse me? I didn’t copy anyone. You don’t even have the math to prove it. I’m just a student.

– Your superiors should have told you...

Rai blinks, surprised.

– What?

– Do you have superiors?

Iris sighs and throws more papers at him.

– This is mine.

– Wow, looks like you don’t know math either...

Iris flushes with anger.

– Well... Um... Sorry for not noticing. Anything else?

– Yes. Do you recognize this photo?

She shows a classroom photo that seems familiar but odd.

– Is this a classroom from my faculty?

– It shouldn’t exist.

– Excuse me?

– In the building’s architectural plans, there’s a discontinuity — an intermediate zone that appears from the inside but vanishes from the outside. Some call it “the ghost classroom,” but it’s nothing paranormal.

Rai’s unease grows.

– So, what is it?

– I’m not sure. Probably a topological anomaly — a fold or bubble of space within space. It shouldn’t exist, but it does, appearing and disappearing under certain conditions. It exists and doesn’t at the same time.

– And what does that have to do with me?

– Stop pretending. They saw only one person go in there. You.

– What? I never entered a weird classroom.

Iris looks both disappointed and worried. Rai bursts into laughter.

– Excuse me, who are you?

– Iris Sterling.

– Oh, really? What’s your major — Ghostbusters?

Her gaze sharpens; Rai begins to feel uneasy.

– I’m a researcher, detective, governance specialist, and AI expert.

– And not the interim president of the government?

She flashes her badge.

– Nineteen years old...

Rai can’t believe it.

– Oh. Um… Well, I didn’t enter any space-time folds or see any topological incoherence.

– For now, I’ll believe you.

– For now?

Iris turns to leave.

– Sorry for the inconvenience.

– Wait, now I’m curious. A ghost classroom? This is the weirdest day of my life.

– I said it’s not a ghost. Just an unknown physical phenomenon.

– Are you the only one who knows about this?

– At first, yes. You’re the only one who’s been seen entering. I’ve heard of others around the city. A friend disappeared in one. It worries me.

– Oh, I see.

Iris pauses.

– You’re smart, right?

– You flatter me.

– Can we meet tomorrow after classes? I’ll wait for you at the exit.

Rai blushes.

– Um, yeah, sure.

– Good. That way I can keep an eye on you. See you tomorrow.

– Se-see you tomorrow.

His friends enter, curious.

– Rai, who was that?

Rai, smiling but bewildered, stares at the floor.

– I have no idea what just happened.

Outside, Iris walks away from the house, glancing back at Rai’s window.