A Timeless Photo

The woman, unbothered by Nana's blunt declaration, smiled gently, her eyes alight with understanding and a hint of amusement.

"My visit isn't about nobility or titles," she began, her tone warm yet underlined with seriousness. Dressed in a dark black coat, her blue hair cascading down her back, she reached into her pocket somewhat clumsily and handed Nana a picture. 

"What is this supposed to be?" Nana asked bluntly, her expression turning to astonishment upon seeing an image of herself as a child, a spitting image, yet altered by the curse.

"I-I," Nana stuttered, struggling for words. "I'm sorry if this looks like me for whatever reason... but it can't be me. I'm from somewhere far away that could never be here."

The lady took the picture back and stared at it blankly for a short moment. She had a short sigh of breath before stating, "My daughter was killed just over 20 years ago now.