Third person point of view
Persephone shook her head. Disconcerting ideas were filling her mind. She pressed her fingers on her forehead, looking back at the portrait. "Who—Who is this Ruen Striker?" Was what she decided on asking.
Those magenta eyes flickered yellow. "You want to know?" The myriad of voices asked.
Persephone blinked, her lips parting to suck in a breath inside her mouth. She massaged the creases on her forehead, as her head was beginning to ache.
She remembered the man with moonlight blue hair vividly from flash-point. Those things back there, whatever they were, they were frightened of him. She remembered her assumption of him being a big boss. Even now she didn't believe she was wrong in her analysis.
She swallowed. There were many questions in her head, that was just one of many. "No." She replied, her mind flashing to a line in Poppy Fletcher's journal.