Consciousness gradually returned, and the eyes that clung to her were crawling with fine, dense red blood vessels.
Tiffany Lynch curled her lips, revealing two rows of ghastly white teeth, and panted heavily, "Hannah Winter, you didn't expect this, did you? I crawled out of hell to find you."
She laughed intermittently, her smile on her face eerie and terrifying.
If there were bystanders, they would have been frightened to the point of running away, scrambling on all fours.
But Hannah's expression remained unchanged, even with a thick interest in her eyes.
She was smiling and curious, "Who sent you to find me?"
Tiffany Lynch gaped, her mouth opening instinctively to answer, but suddenly recalling something, she began to shake her head frantically, "It was me, it was me who came to find you, I came to kill you, I came to kill you, Hannah Winter!"
She shouted the last three words angrily.