It had been exactly two hours since they discovered the message.
And then someone spoke from the other side of the door.
—Doctor Fonseca…
It was a male voice.
—We come for our sisters.
Fonseca looked at Camilo.
Then he looked at the three bodies.
And finally he turned his eyes towards the door.
The voice continued:
—Open.
Fonseca did not respond.
Then he heard something much worse.
A second voice.
Then a third.
Then ten.
All talking at the same time.
All repeating the same phrase:
—She shouldn’t wake up.
The light from the morgue flickered.
Once.
Twice.
And it went out.
In complete darkness, Camilo shouted:
