Wakana drags the woman toward the shore, further away from the edge of the river. She lays her down and checks her breathing. Then, she shakes her head. Both of them are already dead, aren't they?
"Normally." Wakana wrinkles her nose. "People shouldn't be alive after spending so much time in the river without an oxygen mask."
But both of them are breathing, even if it's only for pretence. Wakana scrutinizes the woman's face — she has an oval face, pallid skin, and bluish lips that are regaining colour. The woman's nails are black and a little longer than they should be. Wakana wonders how did this woman end up inside the river.
All the forsaken ones have disappeared from the air.
