Aerith's POV
A ragged-looking woman in a dirty white gown stood in the doorway. She had a brown tattered shawl draped over her shoulder and she looked exhausted.
A few stray strands of silver hair fell from around her head and onto her face, but other than that, the rest of her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail.
Her dark green eyes seemed lifeless and dull as if there was no life behind them anymore. She stopped a foot or so away from the wooden frame and reached for the handle, pushing it close slowly.
I wondered how she had opened the door so quietly. I didn't even hear it. I must have been immersed in my room. Maybe she had entered while I was going through my mail. The hinges squeaked softly and she shut the door.
She put her hands on either side of her face and squeeze
