"Jasmin," Felisa called out to the young woman walking quietly in the darkness.
Jasmin turned toward her, her gaze soft but distant. The only sound breaking the silence was the wind whispering through the trees. Felisa quickly moved toward her—toward the heir she had been waiting for.
"Did you show Mikaela what was happening?" Felisa asked.
The figure nodded silently. Felisa didn't need words; she simply embraced Jasmin. There was no need to ask what the young woman had seen in the world of the living.
"Felisa, can you tell me what's happening to you?" Jasmin asked, surprise in her voice.
Felisa's expression grew somber.
"Our souls are fading. If Ellese and I stay in this realm for too long, our memories will be erased… and we'll become nothing but lost spirits, wandering aimlessly. That's why we're doing everything we can now—before it's too late. Before we disappear completely, we must bring justice."
Jasmin nodded softly, understanding the gravity of her words. Felisa knew that despite the bitterness of Jasmin's death, her heart remained full of goodness.
She gently held Jasmin's palm. There was still something left to do—something they had to accomplish as sisters. Though they were slowly vanishing, they still had the chance to help those robbed of a peaceful life.
They arrived at the warehouse again. Jasmin looked confused.
"Why are we back here?"
"Do you remember who saved you in this warehouse?" Felisa asked.
Jasmin shook her head.
"I never saw them clearly, but I felt it… A soul saved me here. And you led me out of the forest. That's how I found Ericka."
Felisa nodded in understanding.
"Tonight, we'll extend that same kindness," she said, locking eyes with Jasmin.
"In what way, Felisa?" Jasmin asked, puzzled.
"Jasmin, we are one soul now. We can do what we couldn't when we were still alive."
Though still unsure, Jasmin nodded. They passed through the warehouse walls like mist, unnoticed by the living.
Inside, Felisa spotted Ellese. She was watching something intently.
"Sister Ellese," Felisa called.
Ellese turned to them, standing before five terrified young women—blindfolded, trembling in silence. She counted them.
"Where are the others?" Felisa asked.
Jasmin followed her gaze. Her fists clenched when she spotted Fernan and his siblings nearby. They had arrived—perhaps late—but ready to help.
"Sister, can they see us?" Jasmin asked.
"They can," Ellese replied. "They've experienced so much fear and suffering. At the edge of death, people can see what others cannot. Their senses awaken—sight, scent, speech—everything."
Ellese removed their blindfolds. One woman gasped.
"W-Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Felisa gently untied their bruised hands and feet. "We don't have much time. Please… follow us," she said, her voice merging with the breeze.
The women hesitated, but the hope in their eyes was unmistakable.
"Whoever you are… just take us away from this hell," one woman said tearfully.
Felisa said nothing. She began walking—her feet not touching the ground. Jasmin followed closely. They could hear men's voices and footsteps. The guards were still awake.
Felisa signaled Jasmin.
"Hide them."
Jasmin, though unsure, gathered the five women in her arms and shielded them. Guards passed, oblivious to their presence.
Felisa called to Ellese again.
Her sister found a hidden path—one that led deep into the forest. It was only known to those familiar with the warehouse their father had built.
Felisa paused to help the frightened women.
"Follow her," she whispered, gesturing toward Ellese.
The women obeyed. Soon, they had made it outside. Felisa knew chaos would soon erupt inside the warehouse once their escape was discovered.
Footsteps approached. Fernan, Shaina, and Kristine arrived, carrying little George. The women gasped—some cried—when they saw their missing companions safe.
Felisa counted. Ten women saved.
They gathered, formulating a plan.
"There's no time," Fernan said. "They'll start searching soon."
"Thank you," one woman whispered.
"Thank us later—when you've truly escaped," Fernan replied, checking the forest trail.
"Brother…" Shaina sighed.
They resumed walking. The warehouse now far behind, the distant noise of alarm confirmed their fears.
"Brother Fernan, Sister Ellese… let's split into smaller groups," Jasmin suggested. "It'll be harder for them to spot us."
They agreed. Five young women followed Jasmin. The others—Kristine, Fernan, Shaina, and George—went with Ellese.
"Let's meet at the usual place," Fernan said. "Someone will be there to help."
Felisa recognized the place and silently nodded.
Their decision to split up was wise. It would increase the chances of survival.
Suddenly—voices again.
"I hear something! Someone's walking here—this way!"
Flashlights beamed through the trees.
"Shh," Felisa said, seeing the fear in the women's eyes. One of them silently wept.
Felisa shielded them with her body. Jasmin hugged them tightly.
"Nothing here!" one of the guards shouted, sweeping the area with his flashlight.
"I swear I heard voices and footsteps—search the shade of the trees!" another barked.
Two or three men passed right in front of them, lights scanning the path. But they didn't see them.
"There's really nothing here," one grumbled.
"They haven't gone far—come on! Don't waste time!" the leader ordered.
The last man paused, suspicious—but eventually left.
Darkness returned.
"Don't move," Felisa whispered. "Wait. They're not far yet."
The group nodded quietly, trembling.
Moments later, the forest fell silent again.
"Let's go," she said at last. "They're waiting."