Duke: Come quickly! Before she gets you!
Lily: Who?!
(Suddenly, part of the railing crashes down.
Max, startled, turns to Lily — and freezes.
The burning woman is standing right behind her.
Max's overconfidence evaporates, his face turning pale.)
Lily: What's wrong with you? (She turns — and the woman lets out a blood-curdling scream.)
(Terrified, Max and Lily run down the stairs as fast as they can.
The woman follows — her hair still covering her face.
Peeking through, her twisted eyes — one blue, one red — shine with hatred.
Veins pop out, her pale skin burned and cracked.
Suddenly, flames consume her body as she continues chasing them.)
(Max and Lily barely escape the house as the door slams shut behind them.)
Lily: Wait! (still running, she glances back)
(She notices something strange — Duke doesn't have the lock.
The door they just escaped from is locked... but if Duke didn't lock it —
then who did?)
(After running a long distance, they find themselves lost in the desert.)
Max: Where are we?
Duke: Far away from that village. (Still catching his breath.)
Lily: How will we get to the hotel now?! (Angry.)
Duke: Don't worry. You can stay at my place for the night.
Max: Really? (Happy.)
(But Lily still sensed something strange about the situation. With no other option, they agreed. Duke took them to his house — a small, old two-story building that looked just as abandoned as the village. They entered, and Duke served them whatever food he had. It wasn't much, but at least it was edible.)
Lily: (Looking down, cautiously.) I was curious about something...
Duke: (Hesitating.) Yes?
Max: What was that... spirit, woman, ghost — whatever she was?
Duke: (Sighing.) That ladyhas haunted that village for a long time — almost more than 30 years now.
Back then, the village wasn't a desert. It was a lively place, full of happiness. She was the most beautiful woman there; everyone had a crush on her.
But then a drought came. No rain for a month — the crops dried up. People became desperate with hunger and thirst.
Everyone thought they would have to leave the village... until one day, a fake priest arrived.
The villagers, being religious, gave him all the little food they had left and begged him for help.
The priest, knowing nothing, lied. He told them that the Rain God was angry and would only send rain after receiving a "special gift" — the most beautiful thing from the village.
Of course, he hinted it should be a beautiful woman.
The villagers, half-mad with hunger, believed him.
They planned to sacrifice her. The men couldn't bring themselves to do it — they loved her too much.
But the women, burning with jealousy and rage, decided to act.
One midnight, while the lady slept, they surrounded her house with dry leaves and hay, soaked it all in gasoline, locked the doors and windows from outside, and set the house on fire.
She screamed in agony, tried to escape — but she suffocated and burned to death.
It didn't bring the rain.
For another month, it stayed dry.
And one by one, the women who killed her met terrible deaths — burning accidents, sickness, freak accidents.
Those who tried to escape the village also died shortly after.
Eventually, only the children were left... but they too died of hunger and heatstroke.
I was one of the few survivors.
Later, a man passing by found me and adopted me. Thanks to him, I'm still alive.
Lily: (Suspicious.) Where is that man now? It seems like you live alone.
Duke: (Sadly.) He passed away... just a month ago.
(Lily still felt uneasy, but she said nothing.)
Duke: Well, you can sleep in the room next to mine.