An uneasy feeling gripped Jaune. Something nearby was very wrong, but he had no idea what. He looked around and saw Yang standing nearby, but she looked… Off.
“Yang,” he called out, “Are you alright?”
◣ ☣ ◥ The entity’s breath caught in her throat, that name being heard over and over in her aching mind. Spikes along her arms retreated back into her skin, leaving no traces of them every being there. A purple eye twitched in irritation. Yang doesn’t exist. Yang doesn’t exist. YANG DOESN’T EXIST.