Sitting in the middle chair was a girl dressed in white, her long hair draped over her shoulders, covering half her face. However, it was evident that the girl's appearance was identical to Aurora Blaine's when she was made up.
Autumn Blaine's originally fair skin had turned paler, a sickly white.
Her eyes were unfocused, gaze empty, lost in her own world, unable to find a breakthrough to come out, nor reach the end.
A monitoring device, resembling a necklace, hung around her neck, with a green light in the middle rhythmically flashing, monitoring Autumn Blaine's physical condition.
Aurora Blaine's hand on her knee instinctively tightened, "What does this mean?"
When she left, her sister wasn't wearing this monitoring device, so she didn't understand.
Miles Ellison explained in a flat voice, "She won't lose control, but she isn't fully conscious either."
Not fully conscious...
Aurora Blaine pressed her lips together, then tentatively called, "Sister."
