"What are you doing?" she asked, her irritation evident.
He remained silent, his face taking on a serious expression devoid of any emotion.
"Who are you, Evelynn?" he finally asked.
Almost instinctively, she tried to free herself from his grasp, but he proved to be too strong for her.
"The Eve Lucrecia that came here died before we met," he continued.
"Are you accusing me of something?" she hissed, her eyes burning with intensity.
"No, it was not an accusation. I know you are not Eve Lucrecia."
"You—" she began, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration, but her words were left hanging in the air.
She pondered if this was another dream, her mind trying to make sense of the situation unfolding before her.
"Are you going to tell me who you really are?" he asked, his voice carrying a weariness that couldn't be ignored.