"Be quiet. Stop struggling. It'll stop hurting soon," Alice said impatiently from within the flames.
Charles's skin began to blacken, crack, and curl, yet her skin remained completely unaffected.
High-temperature tolerance, no soul, superhuman strength, telekinesis, pyrokinesis… With so many abilities, what on earth is this thing?! A superman?
Charles had never felt so stumped. With so many formidable abilities, this woman could probably go toe-to-toe with the Pope.
"Strange, how are you not dead yet? You're quite resistant to heat. Let's go a bit deeper," Alice said, hauling Charles further into the Incinerator.
Charles's vision began to blur. His eyes were the first to give out.
Memories of Alice's strange behavior flashed through his mind. Suddenly, his pupils contracted; he understood what made her so special. No matter how normal she seemed, she always gave him the feeling that she wasn't a real person. She was a mannequin.
A robot?
