"Would you be willing to listen to my request?" Miss Jeanne suddenly inquired. Her voice carried an enigmatic tone... an ethereal quality that sent a chill down my spine.
"W-what...?" I stammered, taken aback not only by the suddenness of her question but also by the unexpected shift in her demeanor. It was as if she had donned a completely different persona... one that radiated mystique...!
"Would you be willing to listen to my request?" she repeated, her tone remaining unchanged, leaving me even more perplexed. The way she posed the question felt almost ritualistic, as if the words themselves held some hidden power.
"Request...?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her serene expression unwavering. "... What kind of request are we talking about here?" I asked, as a sense of unease began creeping into me.