Luka Millfy sits on the worn sofa, her gaze lingering on the photograph of three smiling girls. Across from her, Isabelle Millfy sprawls on the carpet, absent-mindedly twirling a strand of hair as she watches her elder sister with curiosity. "Luka, why do you always worry so much about me?"

"You remind me so much of Lia," she begins, her fingers tracing the faces in the picture. Luka's eyes glisten as she pauses, choosing her words with care. "Lia was always the one who looked after both of us. She was kind, stubborn, and brave. I learned how to care from her—how to fight for the ones you love."

Luka[/@ch_1] shares her memories. Isabelle sits up, her expression changing from confusion to empathy. The sisters’ quiet voices fill the space, creating a cocoon of comfort.] "One winter, Lia risked everything for me," Luka continues, her voice trembling slightly. "She protected us when we had nothing. She gave up her own safety just to make sure we survived." "What happened to her?" Isabelle’s voice is barely above a whisper.

"Lia was taken from us," Luka replies, her voice cracking with emotion. "She tried to help someone who was in trouble. She didn’t come back." For a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of distant traffic.

"That’s why I worry, Isabelle," Luka says, her voice steady now. "Because I promised Lia I’d protect you, no matter what. You’re my little sister, and I love you. I can’t let anything happen to you." "I understand, Luka," Isabelle whispers, leaning into her sister’s embrace. "Thank you for loving me so much."

Luka closes her eyes, feeling Lia’s presence in the quiet. Beside her, Isabelle smiles through her tears, comforted by the strength of their bond. Together, they face the night, holding onto love and memories that will never fade.