A slight breeze whiffed past her ankles, and she felt a mild irritation growing.
Victoria, who had her bare feet pressed against the cold dungeon floor, silently looked at the figure before her. The silver-haired phantom only tilted her head and gave a teasing smile.
"Never mind, then."
It didn't take much for Victoria to put two and two together: the girl before her had saved her. It, of course, came with its own strings attached: she still wouldn't force anything out of her, even if she could. If the phantom before her named "Vickie" didn't want to share her secrets, then that would be that.
Speaking of secrets, her current situation felt just as stressful as the office work load and deadlines in her previous life. Victoria squinted her eyes at the girl, wondering if she knew or understood her situation.
For a girl who died and had to watch another person take over her body, she looks surprisingly composed.
