Third Person POV
The living room felt heavier than usual — like the air itself was waiting for answers none of them had.
Minseok sat down slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.
No one spoke at first.
Jinwoo finally broke the silence.
"What exactly did she say?"
Minseok exhaled. "She asked where she was. She didn't recognize the room at all."
Hyunsoo blinked, confused. "But… she decorated half of that room herself."
"Exactly," Minseok said quietly.
Jungkai leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"So… what? She forgot us? The dorm? Everything?"
"Not everything," Minseok replied. "She remembers the performance. The stage. Last night. But anything before that… nothing."
Taejun stood from where he had been pacing.
His voice was tight.
"Did she look sick? Or dizzy? Anything?"
"No," Minseok said. "She looked… scared. Like the place was unfamiliar."
That word — unfamiliar — made all of them tense.
Evelyn lived with them.
Trained with them.
Fought, laughed, cried with them.
Her not knowing her own room made no sense.
Jiwon frowned. "What if it's burnout? She pushed herself too hard preparing for the concert. You remember how late she rehearsed."
"Burnout doesn't erase memories," Jinwoo muttered.
The room fell silent again.
The confusion was unsettling — but the fear underneath it was worse.
Hyunsoo finally spoke, voice low.
"Do you think she's hiding something?"
"Why would she?" Taejun snapped, then sighed and sat down. "Sorry. I just… it doesn't sound like her."
Jungkai stared at the floor.
"Something's wrong. Really wrong."
Minseok nodded.
"I felt it too."
The room grew quiet again, the kind of quiet that made them all feel small.
"So what do we do?" Jiwon asked.
"Watch her," Taejun said finally. "Stay close. Make sure she doesn't get worse. But don't push her. She's already scared enough."
"Okay," the boys murmured.
It was the only plan they had.
But even together, sitting in the same room…
they all felt the same uneasy thought:
This wasn't the Evelyn they knew.
Something had changed.
And they had no idea what it was.