Alex grimaced internally while keeping her expression stable. The high-pitched voice screeched against the lining of her innocent ears. Alex felt like she had been violently assaulted out of nowhere.
If Alex had to describe it in a simple sentence then she would say 'a pig doused in hot water still trying to hit a high note' and in a single word she would choose 'deranged'.
Slowly, Alex raised her form, dusting the dirt on her pants and some that had managed to get on her bare knees through the growing holes around that area. Soon she faced them, two new faces to her, Alex, but not to Ixion.
"What are you doing?"
One could tell from a glance—these two were siblings. Be it nose shape, lip shape, overall face shape, or even less noticeable things like their postures, gestures and subtle expressions.
