Jane fell to the floor. The pain immediately sobered her up. "Ouch!"

She pushed herself up with both hands on the floor. She looked over to the couch. The lights in the room were dim, so she could barely make out a figure sitting on the couch.

The figure looked rather petite. It was most likely a woman.

Jane became a little bolder. She gulped and asked, "W-Who are you?"

"It's not important." The woman's hoarse voice rang out.

Jane furrowed her brows. How could such a petite and feeble-look