(Author's POV)
"El~ … Elisa, what are you doing here? Wh~ere is Yelena?" Myra questioned, confusion etched on her face. Her eyes lingered on her from head to toe as she added, "And~ … why are you wearing her clothes?" She then noticed her bare, clean, smooth, unblemished hands. 'Weren't there burn marks on her hands? Where did they disappear to?' It felt gravely odd to her.
Elisa stared at her for a minute with no real emotion, which made Myra brim with anxiety and suspicion. Then, a corner of her mouth turned upwards, deriding Myra, "Surprise, surprise~~~ …. I have been waiting for you."
