The woman in front of us had white hair that fell loosely around her shoulders, but that wasn't the first thing anyone would notice.
It was her eyes.
There was something deeply wrong with them.
They weren't just sharp or intense. They were unstable and twisted. The kind of gaze that didn't just look at you but felt like it was peeling something off your skin, or trying to get under it. There was a kind of excitement in them too, like she was enjoying this far more than she should.
She looked completely deranged.
"You…" I muttered under my breath.
There was no mistaking it.
This woman was the sister of Sesillian. The one who had always been described as unhinged, even among people who were already far from normal. She was also the one Moriarty had freed.
The Mad Woman.
Sara.
"Kukuku… well, it seems my reputation precedes me," she said, her lips curling into a grin as she slowly licked the edge of her blade.
That sound alone was enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
