“Annyeonghosayo.”

          Tzuyu Zhou bows and speaks in accented Korean. Sana gets briefly reminded of how unsure she was when she first came here, and how she had to learn to speak and adapt and blend and fit in. She feels something when she sees the slight quirk of Tzuyu’s lips, and the crinkle of her eyes.

          Somehow, she knows that this girl will not blend and fit in. She will stand out.

          It takes a moment for Sana to decide that what she feels is hate.