Inside the coffin lay the naked body of a woman—her beautiful face serene, brown hair cascading softly, eyes tightly shut.
Fiona almost immediately looked away, feigning interest as she asked Nyx, "Do you think they'll censor this part when it's broadcast?"
Nyx ignored her, her gaze fixed on the woman inside the coffin—the one bearing the face of Mrs. Andersen.
The woman clearly no longer breathed, yet her body still seemed warm; a faint flush lingered on her cheeks. Rather than a corpse, she looked more like someone in a deep, tranquil sleep.
"If Mrs. Andersen's body is here… then who's the one out there?" Nyx muttered.
Just then, Fiona suddenly shouted her name. Nyx frowned and turned to look—only to find that holes of varying sizes had appeared above their heads. Not long ago, this had been a sealed space, and the hole they'd fallen through had already been covered.
