(Allan's POV)

She was tall and slightly chubby. She has long red hair. Her nails were not moderate; they were long and furnished with a mosaic color.

She was a long black robe. Her head had a thin headscarf.

On her right hand, she was holding a small oblong, metallic object, about 5cm in length.

Her looks upon seeing us were not unwelcoming; neither was it cheering.

She was simply being indifferent.

I can boldly say that she also maintained a suspicious look at us. She knew, probably, that we had come to trouble her.

She stood at an elevated corner of her small sanctuary in the middle of the...