This was a slender woman, with her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, her features indiscernible, only a pair of bulging, bloodshot eyes could be seen through the gaps in her hair.
Her body was so thin, she seemed like a mere sheet of paper, no, rather she was a sheet of paper.
Because her body had been flattened, her limbs stretched out excessively long, she stood in the corner of the room, yet with an outstretched hand, she could almost touch Roger, who was in the middle of the room.
The woman opened her mouth and released a mental shock, which seemed to lower the temperature in the room considerably, but Roger seemed unaffected as he continued to casually stroll about the room.
Walking from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bathroom, Roger was like a picky customer, searching for a flaw in the room.