The Soul Inside The Mannequin

r," said the woman cheerfully. She continued to

because you insisted, for this time only, we'll allow yo

They then walked towards the waiting room, how happy the wo

she said, shaking

plied with a grin. Irish furrowed her brow, confused about why her interlocuto

o transformed?" Ir

for had arrived. The woman took Irish's hand towards their destination carriage. They

was alone, even though there were many things she wanted to ask. But it wasn't possible to disturb Whitney, who was

en off, leaving only her and Whitney. The announcement system n

waking the woman up. Whitney thanked her,

e you been

visiting this city. How a

I don't know much about this place," Whi

g, similar to the ones in her city. It turned out Uzura wasn't like the city s

ous," warned Whitney. "Many young women suddenly dis

ansformed, right

o don't act

tention since earlier. "Are there any clues about the events that hap

ppened in this building, but it turned out to be the opposite. Silently, she observed the c

sponse. They continued to walk without knowing where they wer

ng at all, and Irish began to complain that she

Luckily, there was a large park with lush trees, and they rested there. Irish

nequins?" the woman asked

Impossible, right? Humans turning into ma

d people call her a mannequin?" she insisted. Irish was surpris

ere your child turne

addresses she was aiming for. Apparently, she came to Uzur

he was kidnapped and turned into a mannequin. The person said eve

ed into a mannequin, even though the mysterious person claimed t

ion is extraordina

will try to find the address of that mys

se; she was afraid that the mannequin was Whitney's

ime she went out with her friends was to th

ue dr

od in bright colors," she continued. "Rose has blue eyes

t, ma'am," I re

you s

the daughter Whitney was looking for were similar to the mannequin in my house. But I di

from her saddened expression. "Do you know who sent that letter? Is

s, but there's a signature and a clear name on that letter

im

?" Mrs. Whitney

rson, ma'am, but I'm

astically. They continued walking together in the middle of a strange city. Th

ed; she still insisted on continuing to look for the address. Irish thought about how long they would look for this

o stay overnigh