Priscilla silently turned her head to the side noticing a figure near the entrance to her place, she wanted to turn away again looking at the abyss full of darkness but with a slight sigh accompanied by cold steam, she turned around, looking at your figure.

— "Is there anyone else trying to get in here? You don't belong here, not a painted world."

Priscilla took just a step forward to get a better look at you, you probably came to strike her down but she won't attack first simply because she will always expect the best.