That single moment had changed everything.
She had fallen straight into the hands of criminals and from there into the grasp of experimental researchers.
If not for that forced teleportation, her fate might have been entirely different.
'Someone moved me,' she thought grimly. 'And it was too precise to be an accident.'
This time around, she wanted answers.
She needed to know who had thrown, or teleported, her away back then. And among everyone she knew, Grace stood out the most.
'After all,' Ivy thought, her eyes darkening slightly, 'Grace possesses the power of teleportation.'
Martha looked at Ivy with obvious worry clouding her face. Her eyes lingered on Ivy's frame a little too long before she finally spoke.
"You look like you've lost a lot of weight."
Ivy instinctively glanced down at herself, brushing her hands over her clothes as if checking.
"That's not true," she replied calmly. "I've actually gained weight."
