The voice seemed to have come from the deep sea. It was ethereal, strange, and mysterious.
Avril's heart was racing rapidly as if she had been agitated. This strange voice made her feel a chill run down her spine.
She turned around slowly and fearfully, and then took a deep breath of icy cold air, Behind her stood an old woman.
She wore a black robe. Her hair had already become a dry silvery-white, and her blue eyes were as dead as burnt ashes. Her face was covered by a black scarf, and her exposed skin was radiating a strange grayish-white, giving people a sense of death from head to toe.
At this moment, she was standing in front of Avril, staring at her with her eyes that could not see any hope.
Avril felt as if her breathing had stopped. Her heart was beating violently between her chest and throat. This corpse-like woman gave her a familiar feeling.
"Who, who are you?" She asked slowly while trembling.
