Nina Donovan didn't answer it.
Her head was bowed, her thoughts a mystery.
Misty continued, [Host, you have to leave this place. If you keep trying to change the plot, the people around you will all be in danger.]
Nina Donovan couldn't help but let out a chuckle. [Misty, don't worry. I never said I wasn't leaving. I was just thinking that when I get back, I'll go offer some incense for Grandma.]
Misty's heart ached for Nina.
Its voice was somber. [I'm sorry, Host. I shouldn't have said that.]
Nina, who had been raised by the kindness of strangers, never had a home to call her own.
Nina squinted at the glaring sun. 'It's over.'
In the corner of her eye, a figure in black was the first to arrive.
Nina's gaze focused, and she instinctively looked over, meeting Jasper Sherwood's pair of indifferent, dark eyes.
'The eyes that once held a gentle smile were now as cold as ice.' The sight stung Nina, and she instinctively averted her gaze, unwilling to look any longer.
