"Mannequin, something is wrong."
High Priestess Mannequin jumped out of the bed after she heard Fisher's low voice. Her eyes went wide, that wasn't supposed to happen. No. Whoever was sent to purgatory couldn't have a way to communicate with the ones on the earth.
How did he do that?
High Priestess shut her eyes, inhaled deeply, and then opened her eyes. There was no room for failing. Not when she spent more than a decade formulating it. She preferred the nightmares she had of purgatory whenever she fell asleep to the idea that her plans had failed.
Her room was icy, frankly, unsuitable for humans.
She listened keenly, trying to hear if Doctor Bedelia has come to report something new to her. When she heard nothing, she gave her bed one last glance the bed looked unmade, surely, if anyone came into the room, they wouldn't think that she has gone that far.
The room screamed, "the lady has just stepped out of the room, she will be back soon."
