"Who are you?" Zahra asked, her gaze wary as the young man stepped closer, his expression amused.
"Oh, me?" He chuckled, taking another step toward her.
"What's so funny?" Zahra unconsciously backed away with each step he took.
"Well, my long-lost younger sister seems to have forgotten about me," he teased.
"Your what?" Zahra's confusion deepened.
As Zahra retreated, she soon found herself stopped by a wall, blocking her path.
"My younger sister," the dark-haired man clarified, looking down at her.
"How... I never heard of having a brother!" Zahra exclaimed, growing agitated.
Recent events had left Zahra more wary of strangers, as she was both physically and emotionally scarred.
"Sister! Oops! I mean, elder sister!" a familiar voice exclaimed, interrupting their conversation.
Zahra frowned as Layla approached.
"You?" Zahra's tone was accusatory.