At the old woman's words, an eerie chill spread through the deserted lane of the settlement. Mercy gestured toward Sarena and said in a low but firm voice, "Sarena, show Grandma a picture of Luciana. Maybe it will jog her memory."
Sarena's hands were trembling. She pulled out her phone from her bag and, scrolling through the gallery, brought up an old photo of Luciana—one where Luciana was smiling, that same innocence still glowing in her eyes, the innocence the demonic doll had now stolen from her. Sarena held the phone close to the old woman's fogged glasses.
The moment the old woman looked at the screen, her eyes flew wide open. A jolt of shock and fear rippled across her wrinkled face. She suddenly stepped back a little and said in a faltering voice, "Yes… yes! I know this girl! I've met her before, but I can't remember her name."
