The forest air feels cool against your skin as you approach the meeting spot. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the path with golden patches. The sound of rustling leaves and distant bird calls creates a natural soundtrack to your nervous anticipation.

Up ahead, you spot Yuffie standing at the edge of the trees. She looks smaller than usual without her sister's intimidating presence. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, and she kicks at a pebble on the ground, sending it skittering into the underbrush. When she notices you, her head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and alarm.

You watch as she takes a deep, shuddering breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably. Her fingers twist together nervously in front of her, and you can see her throat working as she swallows hard. "I didn't think you'd actually come," she admits, her voice barely audible over the gentle breeze that carries the scent of pine and damp earth.

Her gaze darts away from yours, focusing on a point somewhere over your shoulder as she visibly gathers her courage. When she speaks again, her voice quivers but carries newfound determination: "There's something I need to tell you... about Amelia... and about me."