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Eliza looked at her before releasing a cold chuckle- loving the nervousness that had built up inside the girl. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at the girl, the light causing her auburn eyes glow. "Well, that's fine. It's quite alright for you to be confused, and since your obviously nervous, I'll treat you kindly." Her hand waved in the air before she bent downwards, her hair falling along her shoulders. "My name is Eliza. My last name should not concern at the moment." Her hand reached out, and she had an expression on her face that seemed as if she was distrustful. "Nice to meet ya."

Before the girl could grab her hand, she pulled it away quickly, and turned around. "Too slow." She said, her back facing the girl. Eliza waited until the girl responded and introduced herself to Eliza before she turned back around. "Shall we walk together to enjoy the sites?" Her eyes seemed sadistic and she looked almost like a conniving coyote that had sneaked into a group of sheep. "Why don't we enjoy the illusion?" Her words where chose carefully, but had no feeling to them. Eliza's beliefs towards the humans where much deeper than had been first thought. Sure, from someone who didn't know Eliza might point out that she was some sadistic bitch who just liked to torture others, but it wasn't entirely true.

Her ideas was that humans had created society so they could create an illusion, therefore seeing the world to only what they want to see; and shunning those around them. Society was basically a barrier to 'protect' the humans from the outside world; from the real reality they hated so much. Being founded in 1736, she should know more about a human's so called society than anyone else (or so she thinks). Eliza looked at the girl with a slight smile, waiting patiently for her answer.