Flora's eyes grew chilly and the aura around her became a little bit chaotic, this change only lasted for a split second, but it was more than enough for Winstor to perceive it clearly.
"May I ask, what happened?" Choosing his words carefully as to not make the girl even more agitated, he kept looking straight into her beautiful eyes.
Taking a deep breath mixed with a sigh of distress, she started speaking. She was also eager to know what was that door that killed Ray and what was those black hands that pulled him. She wanted to know that and who was better than Winstor to ask.
Her heart ached greatly while recalling those painful memories that were still vivid and fresh in her mind. At some point, her eyes started watering slightly but she didn't cry nor did she intend to cry. The only people allowed to see her weak side are those she trusted greatly and she could be herself with them.