Arya crouched down beside Lima, her expression more curious than concerned. “What happened to you?” she asked, her voice calm and probing.

Lima’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused as if she were trying to escape the memory that haunted her. “It was Henry,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “He tried to… I had to get out of there.”

Arya’s eyes narrowed, the name Henry triggering a faint but uneasy recognition. For Lima to be this shaken, something had gone horribly wrong.

Ricardo’s jaw clenched, his voice steely. “Henry, the priest?”

“Yes,” Lima responded, her breathing growing rapid as panic began to overtake her.

Before the situation could spiral further,...