W-What... What's this situation? Nightingale thought inwardly, wondering why the masked woman in front of him had suddenly frozen in place.
Did something happen? He didn't understand.
For that matter, what was he supposed to do in this kind of situation?
Not knowing what to do, Nightingale could only stand there and stare at her in dumbfoundment.
Moments passed, then minutes but still, nothing changed.
The woman remained completely still and unmoving.
'Alright… what's your deal here?'
Frowning, he called out.
"Hello? Um… Flaming Rose?"
"..."
"Hello? Ms. Rose?"
"..."
"Hello? Hello?!"
Despite how many times he called out, the woman did not respond. It was as if she had entered a state of complete shock.
Or had she entered some kind of trance?
Nightingale's frown deepened. Something about this didn't feel right.
Growing irritated, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention.
That seemed to do the trick.
