Fonseca didn’t move aside.
For a long second, the hallway remained suspended in a silence too precise to be natural. The Mother Superior kept her smile, but her eyes… her eyes didn’t blink.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” Fonseca said carefully, his hand tightening against the doorframe. “The body is under examination.”
Her smile widened, just a fraction too much.
“Doctor,” she replied softly, “you don’t understand. That girl belongs to us.”
Behind him, Camilo whispered, “Don’t let her in…”
Fonseca swallowed. “You can return in the morning.”
The woman tilted her head slowly, as if listening to something far away. Then, without warning, the lights in the hallway flickered once—twice—and died.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Camilo gasped from inside the room. A metallic tray crashed to the floor.
And then… footsteps.
Not from outside.
From behind them.
Fonseca spun around.
The stretcher where Sister Inés had been lying was empty.
The sheet rested folded, undisturbed—except for a faint indentation, as if something had risen… not with haste, but with purpose.
A low sound echoed from the far end of the morgue. Not quite a voice. Not quite a breath.
Something between both.
Camilo backed into the wall, his hands shaking uncontrollably. “Doctor… she was dead…”
Fonseca stepped forward despite every instinct screaming at him to run. The cold air felt thicker now, almost suffocating. He reached the corner—
And froze.
Sister Inés stood there.
Or something wearing her face did.
Her head tilted unnaturally, eyes open far too wide, the peaceful expression replaced by something ancient… something aware. The inscription on her back had vanished.
In its place, the skin pulsed—moving, as if something inside her was trying to get out.
From the darkness behind Fonseca, the Mother Superior’s voice returned, no longer sweet.
“You should have waited the two hours.”
The lights snapped back on.
But the morgue was no longer the same.
Because some things are not meant to be examined…
They are meant to be left undisturbed—
or they don’t stay dead.