Even though the man that had approached her had yet to notice, the woman began to stir. That was, at the very least, she had regained her consciousness, able to hear and process things, although her body felt so, so very heavy that she did not yet try to force herself to move.
"Your existence... You're toxic," the man said as he stared at her, finally taking another step forward toward her.
Who was that? Was that... her name that he spoke?