“New faces.” Just like mine… Christina thought as she regarded the strangers, as well as two faces she couldn’t live without remembering. “And some that spark a memory. Nice to meet you all, I’m the Wanderer.”
“Alright so I recognise a few ov’ you.” She tilts her head to the side, golden-locks spilling over her shoulder as confusion begins pile onto her features, a slender hand moving to settle on her hip. “Question is– Why’re you here?"