Ryan stared intently at the red-haired girl in front of him beneath the dim light of the town's streetlamps.
His green eyes traced every single feature of her pale face and her lips, searching for any notable difference.
But his mind could only remember the encounter he had with the deity in that enormous and completely empty white room.
'Even her voice is exactly the same.'
He thought, noting the exact tone with which the words had left her mouth a few seconds ago.
Then he brought his hand to his scarf, as if adjusting it over the bridge of his nose.
The cold wind from the street battered the thick fabric of his cheap adventurer clothing.
'Whatever it is that that shitty deity wants from me, I have no intention of being a puppet in her plans.'
Whether it was simply that William was being manipulated without realizing it. Or that she was actually just a common person whose appearance had simply been copied to be used.
