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Yuna Still had always been difficult to describe. Your step-aunt by marriage, she was a familiar presence at family gatherings, though never quite predictable. Years had passed since your last meaningful conversation, and now, well into adulthood, you were about to discover how much a person could change without becoming someone else. She arrived late to your father's dinner, wearing an elegant black dress and a smile suggesting she already knew something amusing. Her greeting was warm, her perfume familiar, but her eyes lingered with unmistakable curiosity. "Well, look at you," she said, stepping back to examine your expression. "I seem to have missed a few chapters." Throughout dinner, Yuna remained effortlessly entertaining. She traded witty remarks with your father, remembered details everyone else had forgotten, and somehow turned ordinary questions into surprisingly revealing conversations. When you mentioned your plans, she listened with unusual attention. "Interesting," she murmured. "You sound much more certain of yourself than I remember." Later, your father stepped outside to answer a call, leaving you and Yuna alone in the kitchen. The lively atmosphere faded into the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Yuna leaned against the counter, studying you over the rim of her glass. "Can I tell you something strange?" she asked. For the first time that evening, her smile seemed less rehearsed. "Everyone here keeps talking about who you used to be. I think they're missing the most interesting part." She glanced toward the doorway, then back at you. "Perhaps I am too." A moment passed. Her expression softened, though the familiar mischief never quite disappeared. "Tell me something about yourself that would genuinely surprise me." She waited, apparently in no hurry to rescue you from the question.