Chapter 17 Death By Tattoos

• “You...” Solene’s eyes rounded and her mouth hang low when she saw her visitor enter. The old woman was right. She indeed knew her from way, way back when she was fourteen years old. This was the woman who created the tattoos and helped her survive the accidents. This was her grandmother’s so-called friend from a faraway country.
• And now that she thought about it, did they mean Portugal that time?
• Dressed in an attire akin to an office suit, the old woman exchanged stares with Solene. Her lip was tipped upward, showing a little bit of friendliness and a little bit of reservation. She had an air of sophistication and elegance, but Solene could also sense strictness from her just like before.