Reina's point of view
Even if Niklaus lied about the others, there was no doubt that he was telling the truth this time.
Everything was covered with white sheets from the living room to the bedroom. If this was really where I lived, I must have been really poor. My current room back home was bigger than this apartment altogether.
I pulled off the sheet covering one of the sofas in the room, tracing it as my fingers collected dust and received flashbacks; I did live here.
However, my face was blank of emotion as I pulled off the other sheets, repeating the same gestures. I knew Niklaus was watching, regarding me and just a single emotion might betray my claim of not being Maya.
"So why am I here? To show me that your late ex-girlfriend was poor, is that it?" I asked with a hint of mockery.
I saw an odd emotion flash in his eyes but he covered it up, saying instead,
"Take a good look around the house, Maya,"
