"Ca... Cat..."

Jung Yuna's pupils trembled as she repeated the word "cat" over and over, seemingly stuck in a state of panic. Concerned, Midsummer gently patted Jung Yuna’s back.

"Get a grip."

*Slap!* The sharp sound seemed to jolt Jung Yuna back to reality, and a spark of clarity returned to her eyes, as though the pain had brought her back to her senses.

"Y-yeah, sorry."

Jung Yuna rubbed her back with a slightly pained expression, and I couldn’t help but feel as if I, too, could feel her discomfort.

'Doesn't that hurt?'

If I'd been the one smacked like …