Talking about contrast. At least until the arrival of Ella, the only figures that stood in the mall happened to oppose each other in every sense of the word, with the bright orange prisoner jumpsuit being quite a lot different to the simple nun like clothing that Clover was wearing. Besides the head dress, Clover could have practically passed off as a religious figure, with a small cross around her neck and a school bag full of basic things like books, pencils, pens and a pocket bible. Therefore, whatever initial reaction the girl had about seeing someone else, the golden hue of her eyes was now instead focused on the state of the person before her, the serial number of the jumpsuit as well as their actions. Is that why she was here? Was the Lord telling her to deal with someone that had escaped prison in an appropriate manner?

"Ohhh yes, I too saw the blue screen. Worry not, I believe that means you were given a second chance for any prior wrongdoings. In fact, I was offered something simil-"

Noticing that Anastasia had already walked off towards a mirror, Clover would cut off the remaining part of her sentence, instead opting to follow the movements of the woman with her head, a small circular 'O' shape forming from her lips as she tried to decipher the situation. Truth be told the situation was a little nerve wracking clear by the lightning surging through her nerves, the hair on the back of her head standing at attention to the drill instructor known as anxiety. Yet, Clover would try her best not to show such things, instead smiling and once more approaching in a friendly manner. The lord could forgive all, just as Jesus forgave sinners. Therefore, only the lord could actually judge people and Clover here just had to make sure to guide them on the right path.

"I'm Clover, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss. Please know that whatever you're feeling right now, you don't have to feel alarmed. I have no intention of calling the Police or any authorities as a matter of fact and can even offer you a place to stay at the Monastery if you wish. I believe that some time in a quiet holy place can really do wonders for the mind and if you ever just wish to share your problems with me or someone else, you are more than welcome to do so."

Yes, Clover was certain that her task here to make sure the escaped convict was treated like a human and an equal so they could finally come to terms with anything they might have done in the past and thus become a better member of society as a result of it. What she didn't seem to figure out at first as she blabbered on, however, was that the notification speaking of survival had already explained her purpose in this place. Likewise, it was only after she finished her response that the blonde girl's pupils jumped back to the blue screen in front of her face.

Inventory? Class... Stats, Passive, Core, Glass Sight?

"What is... This?"

A soft mutter could be heard from under her breath, with Clover's attention having turned away from the black haired girl around her age and towards the status window. Shortly after, stained glass patterns would begin to emerge in the air in front of Clover, hovering in a 3ft wide circular shape as they formed art similar to that depicted in Church windows. It was beautiful, for certain, but the art and manifestation itself was not what made the blonde girl freeze. Rather, it was the information that came with it that made her grow paler, cold sweat and jittering of nerves. She wasn't entirely sure where it came from. Enemies? Monsters? No, she knew intrinsically because of her ability but what was that about? And so just like that, Clover's head would turn to stare down the southern row of shops, empty for now yet fear was present in her eyes.

"I... I believe there are around 10 others people here. Creatures rather and they all seem to be coming from down there."

MADE BY NIGHTBLOOM

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