"You're a stubborn little girl, you know?"
"..."
Fayette stood in front of the blood maiden, she hadn't yet stepped into a single one of those rooms or elevators, but the sight of a single maiden lurking in the shadows has always stayed in her vision.
Csilla, the little girl.
Better said, the petite Blood Maiden.
After the last confrontation, Fayette wasn't as eager to seek the little girl as before, knowing that she could get ambushed at the earliest chance, however, as she dwelled in this endless world by herself, beneath the cloudy skies, a figure kept her company together with Wraith.
'She's just looking for attention' Wraith said with rancour as Fayette sat against a building, tired... having walked for what she believed to be weeks without stop, it was so taxing to simply move forward.
