"You don't seem surprised. Did you perhaps expect to meet me?" the woman in front of him asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
She kept her hands crossed in front of her body, waiting to see an expression of fear, confusion, or doubt appear on Ryan's face after being suddenly dragged into that strange place.
Ryan did not answer her question immediately. He remained in complete silence, without showing any emotion that she could interpret in his favor. He looked her up and down very slowly, analyzing every aspect of her appearance in that white and empty space where everything seemed to float.
Her appearance remained exactly the same as the last time they met.
She had very long red hair falling softly down her back. She maintained a calm gaze and an extremely peaceful, almost celestial posture. It was exactly the same appearance as Pricilla, the young human who bears the title of saint within the church.
