"She didn't come, huh?"
"A WALKING CORPSE!"
Dante stared thoughtfully at the prisoner who arrived to feed him, ignoring Aza who was screaming in his ears. The prisoner was a woman who looked as pale as a corpse with dark black eyes and short black hair.
Well… maybe her skin wasn't the only thing that made her look like a corpse.
She had a missing arm, a big chunk of her chest wasn't there, revealing her shattered ribcage and her organs with some teeth marks at the edges of what remained of her chest, and her waist was frozen.
Obviously, that woman wasn't Anastasia.
She was supposed to be a dead corpse!
"How are you alive?" Dante asked with puzzled eyes: "Why the hell did they choose you out of all people?! Are they blind or something? Did a beast brutally eat you alive or what?"
The woman sighed and said with a depressed voice: "A beast brutally ate me alive, but I survived somehow. You don't have to concern yourself with that."
"..."
