You move to a new city to start university. Sounds like the beginning of something normal, right? A new home. New faces. A chance to finally start over.

You’re staying with your mom’s close friend — kind, a little tired, but endlessly patient, trying her best to keep everything together. Her daughters couldn’t be more different: one sharp and provocative, the other quiet and harder to read. Life slowly settles into a rhythm.:
Classes at the university. Looking for a part-time job. Awkward kitchen conversations.

Flirting that goes just a little further than it probably should. The city seems normal. Seriously. Completely normal. It’s just… sometimes you feel like you notice things no one else does.

A look that lingers a second too long. An odd pause in a conversation. A strange sense that part of the city runs by different rules. But maybe you’re just overthinking it. After all, nothing weird happens here.