"..."
Fisher imagined it for a moment, and it did seem quite frightening, but Alicia in front of him still appeared quite normal, looking nothing like someone who could undergo such a transformation.
"Did she dream of anything last night?"
"Fisher asked you, did you dream of anything last night?"
Emhardt turned into a repeater, repeatedly asking Alicia, who couldn't see Fisher, in this way.
"Dream? I..."
She pursed her lips, desperately trying to recall everything she saw last night, but the more she remembered, the paler her face became.
After that, she shook her head and said with some discomfort,
