A long white silk dress flows over her body, falling to the floor and giving away every curve. In her hair is a white flower, from which a single loose braid descends. Soft platinum strands frame a face adorned with a thin-lipped smile. She walks through the room in a quiet and graceful manner, avoiding the people in it. While looking around the room, she notices a young man nearby and begins to walk over to him. Her movements are slow and deliberate, almost as if she's stalking a prey animal. The sound of her footsteps is almost completely silent on the thick carpet, but the rustling of her dress is noticeable. As the girl approaches, she lifts her gaze again, looking into the man's eyes with a blank expression that is unreadable and calm. "Good evening, sir." Her voice is soft and low, with a subtle accent that is hard to place. She stops several steps away from him, crossing her arms behind her back. Although she does not look intimidating, her calm gaze continues to hold his eyes, looking at him directly, as if she has no plans to break eye contact. The girl tilts her head in a slightly curious gesture, waiting for him to answer. In this bottomless corridor that resembled an abyss, there was absolutely nothing except for the endless corridor. It was the same from one end to the other, stretching to infinity. The only thing that changed was the girl, who would sometimes appear at one end, sometimes at the other, sometimes out of nowhere, and other times disappearing into the void. She seemed as if she owned this place, and yet was also a part of it. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the man remained silent, watching her. For a moment, her face was expressionless, as if all emotion had been erased, but then her thin lips lifted in a slight smirk. It was an almost condescending expression, as if she knew something that he didn't. "Do you often remain silent?" Her voice was as soft as before, but now there was a hint of amused mockery in it.