She clutched her head, "Stop talking, just stop, I told you to jump, I told you to go die!"

She shrieked, her body uncontrollably lunging toward the person in front of her.

Hannah didn’t dodge; the smile on her face grew even deeper.

She opened her arms wide, fell backward, and plunged straight into the sea.

The sea churned wildly, mercilessly lashing against the rocks within.

In the distance, dark clouds suppressed the sea, stirring up waves higher than a person, while dense rain pummeled the surface, like a storm rising from the depths of the sea.

Further away, the heavy clouds parted, letting piercing sunlight flood through.

Tiffany Lynch wasn’t a good swimmer, and it wasn’t until she hit the water that she regained a bit of her sanity.

The instinct to survive made her swim desperately for the shore, but after only a few meters, the waves would toss her back.

Until she was exhausted.

Tiffany Lynch didn’t dare to move anymore, the burning pain in her body sustaining her will to live, grasping at the last chance, she tightly clung to a rock in the sea, then gasped for air in great heaves.

Above the sea, there was only her silhouette.

Hannah must be dead.

She first grinned, then finally couldn’t contain herself and burst out laughing.

"Hannah Winter, you’re finally dead, you’re finally dead!"

This was her obsession, an obsession that had driven her mad, living every day in a daze, a pervasive sense of suffocation making her existence zombie-like.

Now it was over.

Hannah was finally dead.

She died again.

Her fingertips clung tightly to the rough rock, so much so that even as her fingernails cracked and bled, she felt nothing but continued to laugh hysterically.

Until a cold, soft hand slowly wrapped around her neck.

The cool voice, as if laced with a chilling mist, wormed into her body.

She laughed, "My dear sister, you’re still so foolish."

At that moment, it was as if her blood had stopped flowing, the endless cold, along with the voice whispering in her ear, was like soft seaweed wrapping around her ankles.

Drawing Tiffany Lynch down, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit, deeper into the ocean.

She turned stiffly, meeting a pair of eyes filled with laughter.

Pure and clear, like a mirror reflecting the demons of hell, where enraged spirits howled and dazzlingly lethal flowers bloomed from the rot.

That familiar fear, rising from the depths of her soul, was inescapable.

Her lips quivered.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying."

She tried to look away, but the hand on her neck showed no sign of loosening.

Hannah tilted her head, her long black hair wet from the sea, spreading out on the water’s surface with the waves—an ethereal, clear yet dangerous visage against her pale face.

"You don’t understand?"

She sighed, feigning distress, yet her grip slowly tightened.

Until she looked at the gaunt face turning an abnormal shade of gray, she still did not let go, humming a strange tune under her breath.

Very light, very slow.

Like the chant of a witch.

Death blossomed before her eyes, within arm’s reach. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

As "Tiffany Lynch," gasping on the verge of unconsciousness, suddenly laughed.

Her eyes, as if possessed by another soul.

Her voice hoarse, as if grinding in her throat, she spat out each word, "Sister, it seems you’ve known about my existence for a while now, when did it start?"

She laughed, her face still twisted.

Hannah loosened her grip but did not withdraw her hand.