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“Olive!” Mirta´s hand fell from his on the floor. He skipped her and rushed to help her daughter.

The nightmare scene greeted him as he forced the door open. Smoke from the recently extinguished fireplace filled the room. Pieces of furniture laid scattered around. Stuart stepped on the broken frame of the photo he noticed when he was here before. He gasped when Olive´s eyes met his. She was frightened. She was tightly holding a candle with her both hands and brandished it on all sides. The person whom she was defending herself from was a maddened woman with blazing red eyes, messy hair and torn black dress.

Regina turned her head towards him and hissed. With decayed teeth she looked like a woman locked up in a madhouse, rebelling against brut doctors. Stuart couldn´t believe it. It was true. Her father was more than right. A creature in front of him belonged to the asylum.

Olive´s voice was shaky. “You shouldn´t have come! Run away!”