"My child, I can't find her..."
"You didn't even keep looking, why say you can't find her?"
"I can still keep looking, I will continue the search."
"Child, my child..."
The old woman sat in the dimly lit room, her gaze empty, her features withered, the very same elder that Bailuo had encountered before and had deemed to bear the 'look of death'.
The child she had lost was one of the seven missing girls.
The old woman was but a commoner, who depended on her daughter for her livelihood.
The evils perpetrated by the Skelot family were covered up by the whole Ancient City; naturally, the old woman would not be able to find any trace of her daughter.
"Bang!"
"Ah!!!"
"Roar!"
There was a lot of noise outside, terrifying sounds kept coming in, but the old woman was completely oblivious.
"She's still alive, she's still alive, I can feel it."
"Every night, she cries and wails by my ear."