"…Who are you?" he asked cautiously.
Silence lingered for a moment.
Then ...
"Are you alright? Have your wounds healed?"
She answered with a question of her own.
Ethan frowned instinctively.
"I'm fine… thanks to you, I assume.
Were you the one who treated my injuries?"
"Yes! That's right!"
Her reply came with clear enthusiasm.
From her voice ... and the shape of her shadow ... Ethan estimated she was in her twenties.
She seemed to be wearing a dress… and a veil or head covering.
She wasn't a hunter.
"You were completely collapsed… lying in a pool of your own blood.
Luckily, my sisters and I found you and brought you here."
She continued, almost cheerfully.
Ethan smiled faintly.
"You brought me here?
…Where exactly?"
A soft laugh came from behind the door.
"A safe place.
No one will harm you here."
"A safe place?"
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
"…Is there such a thing in a cursed city like this?"
The girl tilted her head slightly.
