Neza Gerudes was beautiful, just as she remembered. On her first day at Hospicio Custodio, even with wounds, bruises, and scars, her beautiful face was undeniable. Her hair was just past shoulder-length, her small nose was well-shaped, her lips were thin, and her eyes were round like a doll's. Her skin was fair. She was like a fragile crystal that needed careful handling.
Now, they were sitting side by side on the long sofa. She gently squeezed the hand of her close friend. She had been looking down, taking deep breaths. She looked tired and sad.
Viz, on the other hand, was sitting on a single chair opposite them. He was quietly watching the two of them, Neza and her. She couldn't read what was going on in his mind.
Dale had already left.
"Neza, what really happened to you? Why did you
