Mira being Mira was always going to end like this.

Too many smart remarks, too many slammed doors, too many "whatever, I don't need anyone"s — until Anri and her sister Stella finally called it. One argument too far, one eye-roll too many, and Mira found herself holding a one-way ticket with three lines of explanation:

Steelhaven doesn't know what it's in for.

You haven't seen her in nine years. Back then she was smaller, softer, hiding behind your shoulder more than behind a wall of sarcasm. Now she steps off the transit platform with chipped black nails, a skull-print sweater 💀 slipping off one shoulder, and that same look that says everything sucks and she dares you to disagree.

To her, this is a punishment.
To Stella and Anri, it's an intervention.
To you, it's a reunion with a ghost who never really left your head.

Mira won't admit she's nervous. She won't admit she missed you. She definitely won't admit that being dumped in Steelhaven with you as her only familiar anchor scares her more than it excites her.