A mellow voice, alluring like a siren's call, called out from the room, and a beauty dressed in skimpy clothes entered the room.
The previous knock had already roused me from my meditation, and I was welcomed with the spectacular sight of Anais in a semi-transparent babydoll entering the room.
She scanned her eyes throughout the room as she approached the bed and asked.
"Where is Alice? Is she in her room?"
"Yeah, I guess. I don't know, but she should be in her room."
I answered a little dispiritedly after hearing my sister getting mentioned.
A single mention of her was able to stir the memory of the past life, making me feel abhorrence for my own self, discarding away the stability I had obtained after the meditation session.
Detecting the gloom in my voice, she crawled over the bed and scooched closer to me.
"You don't look good. Is everything alright…?"
