"Huh?"
A confused mumble escaped Lucian's lips as he stood frozen near the doorway, his eyes fixed on the unfamiliar figure standing inside the room.
Dressed entirely in black, wearing a fitted outfit that hugged her body while still retaining an elegant appearance...
A dark hooded cloak rested over her shoulders.
A black mask completely concealed the person's face.
But despite that, rather than becoming wary of the unknown figure...
"Mom...? What are you wearing?" Lucian muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.
He had seen her for years.
He had analysed her walking style, the way she carried herself, even the way she moved—down to the absolute minutest detail, like a maniacal artist who knew every proportion of his own sketch.
Well...
There really hadn't been anything else to do inside those monotone memories.
So this had become the only thing he could do during the time she was there...
Watch Seraphina.
