In seconds, a tall, powerful-looking woman appeared in front of me. I almost fell over in shock when I saw her. She was wearing a black dress, her hair was gray, and a dark mist was coming out of her pores.
“You must be Bridge Skard. Right?” she suggested, with that deep voice and same powerful aura I had heard on the phone.
“Yes, it's a pleasure, I...” I said.
But before I could answer, the woman interjected, “You can call me Darla. I'm the one who keeps everything in order around here,” she said casually.
Despite her dark aura and the way she spoke, the woman didn't seem dangerous, which made me feel a little relieved.
Meanwhile, as I was thinking about this, the woman gestured for me to follow her. At first, I thought we were going to enter the mansion, but contrary to my expect
