Bab 375: 375. Catherine

Orion found himself standing on a green plain as he passed through the door. There was nothing around him except the vast expanse of green. A gentle breeze blew, swaying the grasses on the ground.

"Where is this place?" he muttered to himself as he looked around, finding the area strangely peaceful.

All he could see was the green plain stretching as far as his eyes could take him. The gentle wind and serene surroundings made the place feel tranquil.

"Peaceful, isn't it?"

A voice sounded in Orion's ears. He turned towards the source and saw a woman in her mid-thirties standing a short distance away.

She wore a pair of black jeans and a white shirt, her long, dark purple hair flowing effortlessly down to her waist. Black sunglasses shielded her eyes, giving her an air of mystery, while a cigarette rested between her lips, the smoke curling upward and drifting softly in a deliberate direction.

"Who are you?" Orion asked, eyeing the woman.