The raindrops had escalated into sharp, stinging lashes. The manor's garden had turned into a mire, where the three girls gasped for breath. Mercy glanced back at the looming, dreadful building, its windows still echoing with Luciana's bone-chilling screams.
Mercy quickened her pace, reaching the BMW M4 and extending the keys toward Serena. Her face was calm, yet her eyes betrayed the concern she felt for Luciana.
"Serena, you drive now," Mercy said gravely. "Take us immediately to the settlement where Luciana found that doll. Until we discover where that doll came from, who made it, and how it reached Luciana, we cannot face that… Luciana. My powers aren't working at the moment, and confronting that demon without a base would be suicide."
