Lysandra

　　I sat there, my gaze fixed on Calista. "You know, I treated all of them well," she said, her voice low slightly as she glanced at me, as though trying to decipher my thoughts.

　　My mind, however, was a blank canvas, unable to process the revelation unfolding before me. "I never treated any of them differently. At first, I thought it was funny... because how does this happen?" A nervous laugh escaped her lips.

　　She shook her head slowly. ...