the worn, wooden floored creaked, and the woman from her drawing appeared from the back room. "May I help you?" she asked seeing Maia, in a very ordinary voice, still looking at her in a very ordinary way. Delia reminded Maia," She can neither see nor hear me."

Maia felt frozen in time and the room itself became oddly cold, she thought" this is the mystery woman, she is in danger, and she has no idea? was I mistaken? " However the hairs raised on the back of her neck and the goosebumps on her arms, said otherwise, the feeling of danger was thick in the air.

"Miss, can I help you?" repeated the mystery woman, jolting Maia from her thoughts, she then...