The cool evening breeze swept across the deserted rooftop garden of the municipal hospital, rustling the leaves of the small potted palms. Below them, the city lights buzzed softly, but up here, under the quiet expanse of the night sky, it felt like an isolated sanctuary.​Gatot leaned against the waist-high concrete balustrade, looking out over the skyline. Silvia stood beside him, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her trench coat, her gaze fixed on his side profile.​"Yasmin is down there making sure your mother eats her dinner," Silvia said softly, breaking the silence. "She kept looking at me like I was a ghost."​Gatot let out a short, quiet chuckle. "Can you blame her? The most famous Rank-S hunter in the country was kissing her brother in a public ward."​A faint blush touched Silvia’s cheeks, but she didn't look away. Her expression grew serious as she stepped closer. "Gatot... down in that room, when you stepped out of that black rift... the aura coming off you wasn't