The Illusion
Frey sighed, she doesn't have any prepared answer to Hailey's question.
Who is she? She was the very first time to ask her that detail.
She was panting from breath, sweat on her forehead, Frey did have a good defense on Hailey's eruptive attacks. The young nurse is dedicated to having at least one scratch on her. She was very delinquent to catch and get the letter in Frey's hand.
Frey was curious about Hailey's motives. She too, has this little sympathy for Yuri's soul but to act like this is too much. The escort team does have the capabilities to solve this kind of case, but here she is, doing some hands-on job. A job that doesn't fits her description.
"Tell me, what do you want Hailey," Frey asked. She's been living all her life facing different kinds of people with their masks. She was not born yesterday not to sense some hypocrisy in her blood.
Frey stood up with her hands on her knees, still breathing heavily and directly eyeing her.