Fonseca felt a chill.
—Who is dead?
The nun looked directly at him.
—The sisters.
He paused.
—And those who still walk… are no longer them.
Then he lost consciousness.
Fonseca immediately called the emergency services.
But before they could finish the call, they heard footsteps in the hallway.
Many steps.
Slow.
Coordinated.
Camilo looked towards the door.
—Doctor…
The footsteps stopped.
Three knocks echoed to the other side.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Fonseca looked at the clock.
