Around the villa, shrouded in an eerie atmosphere,
the air itself seemed to have solidified, growing so heavy it was difficult to breathe.
The girls' bodies were no longer simple existences, but had become the very personification of terror and despair.
Their skin had taken on an unnatural, ashen-white pallor,
like remains that had slumbered in the deep sea for a millennium, bloated and twisted from being steeped in the waters of time,
yet they miraculously remained uncorrupted, revealing a bizarre beauty that defied all logic.
Their hair was no longer silken smooth,
but was tightly entangled with seaweed, shells, and even unknown aquatic creatures,
forming indescribably chaotic masses.
Droplets of water slid slowly down the strands of their hair, each one like a bead of chill drawn from the abyss,
and as they dripped onto the ground, they sent out invisible ripples.
These girls looked as though they had just broken free from some forgotten body of water,
