Chp.127: And the riddle begins.

She was standing there, in the middle of the square, the crowd of people bustling in the afternoon sun, it was what they called, ' The Sun Market.'

She wore a hood to cover herself thoroughly and didn't carry any particular weapon with her other than money and a few jewels to give to anyone whom she found useful there.

Suddenly as she mumbled the name of Janice's mother, a voice responded, "Yes?"

She flinched.

It was like there was someone who misunderstood something, or maybe the voice was talking to someone else in the first place.

Lots of questions flooded her mind as she was about to turn around.

She took a long breath and dared to turn around.

"Janice?" the voice warmly said.

Janice looked up in the eyes of the owner with a soft and motherly voice.

"She is pretty." Janice thought to herself.