She was beautiful, likely to be in her late twenties or early thirties and had lighted wooden log in her hand. She approchd Paula slowly.
"Hello! Who are you suppose to be?" The girl said in her what sounded like natural polite voice. "No one has been here in ages."
"Who are you? And— what is this place?"
"What does it look like? It's a dungeon. Who are you?"
"I am Paula. Who are you?" Paula was confused out of her same brain, she had literally been transpoted to another place from her doppelganger childhood bedroom and had no idea where to.
"I am Cheron." And with that Paula's head spin three hundred an sixty degrees, throwing her off her feet.
"What? You are Cheron?" Paula fumbled over her own words as she tried to make sense of everything that was happening but it was as if her brain denied to imply with her request.
"Yes I am Cheron. Are you alright love? Do you need to sit down. You end me to bring the chair from inside?"
