"Good afternoon, everyone."
With the knock on the door of the Special Execution Department, a familiar voice Russell had heard many times before rose from the entrance.
Miss Cold Water's voice was quite distinctive.
It wasn't like Glass, with a balance of sweetness and clarity, nor was it cute and adorable like Miss Snow.
Her vocal tone tended towards being cool and plain, with the emphasis usually at the beginning of the sentence, making her voice somewhat light and bouncy. She sounded like a young lady who would make disdainful yet witty remarks while reading a book—not quite what one would expect from a journalist.
Rather, her composed demeanor was more akin to that of a host. During interviews, she didn't try too hard, and she could even make people forget the camera, relax, and speak in a tone similar to everyday conversation.
This was different from the Miss Cold Water he had met in the Golden Prickly Pear Café.
