The villa is large and very empty; when you go inside, there's even an echo, utterly devoid of life.
"I rarely stay here," William Moore said as he wandered inside with her, "but people clean the place daily, so it's very clean."
Iris Harris looked at the spotless floor and hesitated, calling out William Moore's name, "Xavier..."
William Moore stopped, turning his head to look at her, his gentle gaze falling on her face, noticing her slightly furrowed brow.
"Is there anything you find unpleasant?" he asked softly.
"...I can't stay here permanently," she said, frowning. "Xavier, I must go back."
"Iris, do you want to go back to him?" He stared at her, "I thought you no longer liked him..."
"It's not about liking him or not." Iris Harris shook her head powerlessly, "I just don't want you guys to have any more trouble because of me."
