[Nyrel Loyster] [Flashback] [9]

"Nyr?"

At the sound of his name, Nyr, and every person at his table, turned to face the speaker. It was a strikingly beautiful young woman, not much older than the rest of them, with a poise that turned heads. A group of people followed her. There were about ten of them in total, laughing and chatting as they approached, dressed in vibrant, expensive-looking clothing. Many had an effortless charm and confidence, the kind that made them look more like models than casual friends out for a hangout. 

Ephera, seated beside Nyr, glanced at him curiously, noticing how his expression had shifted into something stiff and unreadable. "You know her, Nyr?" 

"..."

But Nyr didn't answer. Instead, his face betrayed a flicker of incredulity, as though he were struggling to accept the situation unfolding in front of him. 

'Are you kidding me?'