“…I survived.”
Inspector Mateo never lowered his weapon.
“Who are you?”
The man looked directly at him.
“My name…”
He hesitated.
“…was Daniel.”
“Was?”
“They took my name.”
“They took my family.”
“They took my life.”
“And then…”
“They gave me a number.”
His eyes slowly closed.
“Subject Zero-Zero-One.”

Silence filled the chamber.
Mother Agnes burst into tears.
“I remember you…”
“You were only nineteen.”
Daniel nodded.
“I was the first.”
“The first child they raised inside these walls.”
“The first one they experimented on.”
“The first one who remembered everything.”
Mother Caridad frowned.
“Everything?”
Daniel slowly looked around the burning Memory Chamber.

“I remember every child.”

“Every mother.”

“Every scream.”

“Every burial.”

“I remember the names…”

“…because they made me watch.”

Lucía’s breathing became uneven.

She whispered,

“Why do I dream about you?”

Daniel’s eyes met hers again.

“Because…”

He swallowed hard.

“…you are my daughter.”

The chamber fell into complete silence.

Lucía stepped backward.

“No…”

“No…”

“I don’t have a father.”

Daniel smiled sadly.

“I prayed you never would.”

Mother Caridad looked between them.

“What happened?”

Daniel slowly lowered his eyes.

“They chose me because I survived.”

“They believed my children would survive too.”

“They forced me…”

His voice broke.

“…to become part of Project Eden.”

Esperanza hugged her own children tighter than ever before.

“No one should have lived through that.”

Daniel shook his head.

“No one did.”

“The man you call the Cardinal…”

“He promised every child would be protected.”

“He lied.”

The Cardinal closed his eyes.

“I was following orders.”

Daniel suddenly laughed.

A cold…

Empty laugh.

“That’s what every monster says.”

The words struck harder than any weapon.

For the first time…

The Cardinal had no answer.

The self-destruct alarm echoed again.

THREE MINUTES REMAINING.

Pieces of the ceiling continued falling around them.

Inspector Mateo shouted,

“We have to leave!”

Daniel slowly shook his head.

“No.”

“Not yet.”

He raised his chained hands.

“There is one room…”

“…you still haven’t seen.”

Father Gabriel froze.

“The Origin Room…”

Daniel nodded.

“The place where all this began.”

Mother Agnes whispered,

“I thought it had been destroyed.”

“They wanted everyone to believe that.”

Daniel slowly walked toward the deepest tunnel.

Every gray-uniformed follower immediately stepped aside.

None dared stand in his way.

Even the Cardinal remained silent.

Daniel stopped before an enormous circular steel door.

Unlike every other entrance…

This one had no handle.

No lock.

Only one inscription carved into the metal.

AUTHORIZED SUBJECTS ONLY

Below the inscription…

Three empty handprints had been engraved into the steel.

One marked:

217

Another:

218

The third…

219

Mother Caridad looked at Sofia.

Then at Lucía.

Daniel spoke quietly.

“The door has never opened.”

“Not once.”

“Because the three of you…”

“…have never stood together.”

Lucía looked frightened.

“What happens if we open it?”

Daniel closed his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“No one does.”

“The people who built this place disappeared before I was born.”

The Cardinal suddenly stepped forward.

“Don’t.”

Everyone turned toward him.

For the first time…

The old mastermind sounded desperate.

“If that door opens…”

“…nothing beneath this mountain will remain buried.”

Mother Caridad stared at the three handprints.

Her heart pounded louder than the collapsing chamber around her.

Behind them…

The fire raged.

Above them…

The ceiling cracked.

Ahead of them…

Waited the final door.

She slowly reached toward the handprint marked 217.

At the same moment…

Sofia lifted her trembling hand toward 218.

Lucía looked at Daniel.

He gave her one gentle nod.

With tears in her eyes…

She raised her tiny hand toward 219.

The moment all three hands touched the steel…

A deep voice echoed from inside the mountain itself.

Not from a speaker.

Not from a machine.

From somewhere far below the earth.

IDENTITIES CONFIRMED.

FOUNDERS’ PROTOCOL RESTORED.

Then…

The mountain shook harder than ever before.

The massive steel door began to unlock.

From the widening gap…

A brilliant golden light poured into the chamber.

And hidden within that light…

Someone slowly applauded.

One clap.

Then another.

Then another.

A calm voice echoed through the opening.

“I’ve been waiting…”

“…for all three daughters.”

PART 17 — THE FOURTH FOUNDER

The applause echoed through the golden chamber.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Confident.

Every clap seemed to shake the mountain itself.

Mother Caridad instinctively stepped in front of Lucía.

Inspector Mateo raised his pistol.

“Show yourself!”

The applause stopped.

For several long seconds…

Nothing happened.

Then…

A silhouette slowly emerged from the brilliant golden light.

It was a woman.

Tall.

Elegant.

Dressed entirely in white.

Her silver hair flowed over her shoulders despite the still air.

She couldn’t have been younger than eighty.

Yet she walked with the grace of someone half her age.

Every person in the chamber stared at her.

The Cardinal’s face turned pale.

“No…”

He whispered.

“You…”

“…you died.”

The woman smiled.

“So did you.”

Silence.

Father Gabriel looked as though he had seen a ghost.

Mother Agnes collapsed onto a nearby bench.

Her lips trembled.

“I buried you with my own hands.”

The woman looked at her kindly.

“No.”

“You buried someone else.”

She slowly walked closer until the golden light illuminated her face.

Mother Caridad felt a strange pull inside her chest.

Something about the woman’s eyes…

Something about her smile…

It felt familiar.

Painfully familiar.

The woman stopped only a few feet away.

Then she bowed her head toward Mother Caridad.

“My name…”

“…is Sister Verónica.”

Nobody spoke.

The name meant nothing to Esperanza.

Nothing to Inspector Mateo.

But Father Gabriel staggered backward.

His rosary slipped from his fingers.

Mother Agnes began crying uncontrollably.

“The fourth founder…”

she whispered.

The woman nodded.

“The only founder who walked away.”

The Cardinal lowered his head.

“I searched for you.”

“I know.”

“I watched.”

“You could have stopped all this.”

“I tried.”

Sister Verónica’s voice remained calm.

“But every time I destroyed one branch…”

“…another one grew.”

Mother Caridad finally spoke.

“Who are you…”

“…to me?”

Verónica smiled sadly.

“I prayed you would ask.”

She reached into the pocket of her white robe.

Slowly…

She removed a tiny silver locket.

It was old.

Scratched.

Almost black with age.

She handed it to Mother Caridad.

“Open it.”

Mother Caridad’s fingers trembled.

The clasp resisted.

Then…

Click.

Inside were two tiny photographs.

On the left…

A young Isabel held newborn twins.

On the right…

The very same twins were cradled by another woman.

Sister Verónica.

Mother Caridad frowned.

“Why are you holding us?”

Verónica gently answered,

“Because your mother trusted me.”

Another sharp pain flashed through Mother Caridad’s mind.

More memories returned.

A hidden chapel.

A crying infant.

Someone whispering,

“Take them.”

“They’re coming.”

The memory disappeared again.

Verónica nodded knowingly.

“The memories are returning.”

“They’re incomplete.”

“But they will be enough.”

Inspector Mateo interrupted.

“Enough for what?”

Verónica slowly turned toward the enormous chamber behind her.

The golden room stretched farther than anyone could see.

Its walls were covered with thousands of handwritten journals.

Every shelf held another lifetime.

Every table another secret.

“This…”

“…is the original archive.”

Mother Agnes stared in disbelief.

“The one we never found…”

“It was never lost.”

Verónica answered.

“It was protected.”

Mother Caridad stepped into the chamber.

She noticed something strange immediately.

Every journal carried a different name.

Not numbers.

Real names.

Mothers.

Children.

Families.

Lives.

No codes.

No experiments.

Only truth.

Father Gabriel slowly smiled through tears.

“You saved them.”

“No.”

Verónica replied.

“I saved their stories.”

She gently ran her fingers across the nearest journal.

“They could erase birth certificates.”

“They could forge identities.”

“They could destroy hospitals.”

“But as long as someone’s story survives…”

“They are never truly erased.”

Esperanza whispered,

“So every family…”

“…is written here?”

Verónica nodded.

“Every child.”

“Every mother.”

“Every crime.”

“The names of everyone who paid.”

“The names of everyone who obeyed.”

“The names of everyone who disappeared.”

Inspector Mateo looked overwhelmed.

“This archive could expose…”

“…hundreds.”

“Hundreds?”

Verónica smiled sadly.

“No.”

She slowly pointed toward the endless shelves disappearing into the distance.

“Thousands.”

Silence filled the chamber.

The Cardinal closed his eyes.

“So you really kept everything.”

“I promised Isabel.”

Verónica answered.

“I never break my promises.”

Suddenly…

Lucía stopped walking.

She looked toward the far wall.

“There…”

Everyone followed her gaze.

At the very end of the chamber stood one final bookshelf.

Unlike every other shelf…

It contained only one journal.

Black leather.

Untouched.

Across the front…

No name.

Only one word.

TOMORROW

Mother Caridad frowned.

“Tomorrow?”

Verónica’s gentle expression disappeared.

“That…”

“…is the only book that hasn’t been written.”

Esperanza looked confused.

“What does that mean?”

Verónica slowly turned toward all of them.

“It contains the future.”

Inspector Mateo laughed nervously.

“That’s impossible.”

“No.”

Verónica answered quietly.

“It becomes complete…”

“…when one final choice is made.”

Mother Caridad felt her heart race.

“What choice?”

Verónica looked directly into her eyes.

“The choice between revenge…”

She then looked toward Lucía.

“…and forgiveness.”

The chamber suddenly shook.

Not from explosions.

Not from the collapsing mountain.

From somewhere outside.

A deafening siren echoed across the underground city.

One of Inspector Mateo’s officers ran into the chamber, breathless.

“Chief!”

Mateo turned.

“What happened?”

The officer could barely speak.

“There are vehicles…”

“What vehicles?”

“Hundreds of them.”

He swallowed hard.

“They’re surrounding the convent.”

Mother Caridad’s face turned pale.

“Who are they?”

The young officer looked toward the Cardinal.

Then slowly shook his head.

“No…”

“They didn’t come for him.”

“They’re carrying the same symbol…”

“…but they’re led by someone else.”

Before anyone could ask another question…

A booming voice echoed through loudspeakers across the underground city.

Cold.

Powerful.

Commanding.

“Attention all remaining members of the Order.”

“Cardinal Montoro has failed.”

A long pause followed.

Then came the sentence that made every person’s blood run cold.

“Protocol Black begins now.”

PART 18 — PROTOCOL BLACK

The loudspeaker fell silent.

No one moved.

No one even breathed.

Only three words continued echoing through the underground city.

Protocol Black.

The Cardinal slowly closed his eyes.

His shoulders, which had carried authority for decades, suddenly seemed impossibly heavy.

“So…”

he whispered.

“It has finally come.”

Inspector Mateo looked at him.

“What is Protocol Black?”

The Cardinal did not answer.

Instead…

He looked toward Sister Verónica.

She already knew.

Her face had lost every trace of calm.

“No…”

she whispered.

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“They will.”

The Cardinal replied.

“They always finish what they start.”

Another voice came through the loudspeakers.

Calm.

Professional.

Without emotion.

“All members are ordered to evacuate immediately.”

“Destroy all remaining evidence.”

“Leave no witnesses.”

Silence.

Then…

A deep explosion shook the mountain.

Not beneath them.

Above them.

The convent.

Mother Caridad’s heart stopped.

“The sisters…”

Esperanza clutched her children.

“They’re still upstairs.”

Another explosion.

Dust rained from the ceiling.

Inspector Mateo grabbed his radio.

“Command!”

Nothing.

Only static.

He tried another frequency.

Still nothing.

“They’re jamming every signal.”

One officer ran into the chamber.

His uniform was covered in dust.

“Chief!”

“What happened?”

“They’ve sealed every exit.”

“How many?”

“At least fifty armed men.”

“No…”

another officer interrupted as he stumbled inside.

“It’s much worse.”

“They have military vehicles.”

Everyone turned toward him.

“They’re not police.”

“They’re not soldiers.”

“They’re private contractors.”

“They came prepared for war.”

The Cardinal lowered his head.

“They’ve erased entire villages before.”

Mother Caridad stared at him.

“You knew?”

“I hoped…”

“…they would never use Protocol Black again.”

Sister Verónica stepped forward.

“What happened the last time?”

The Cardinal hesitated.

His lips trembled.

“It was 1988.”

“A hospital discovered one of our transfer routes.”

“The director refused to stay silent.”

Inspector Mateo frowned.

“So you silenced him?”

The Cardinal slowly shook his head.

“No.”

“They silenced everyone.”

Silence filled the chamber.

“The patients.”

“The nurses.”

“The doctors.”

“The children.”

“No survivors.”

Esperanza felt her knees weaken.

“They killed innocent people?”

The Cardinal looked as though every word hurt him.

“They burned the entire building.”

“They blamed a gas explosion.”

Mother Agnes closed her eyes.

“I remember…”

“I watched it on television.”

“You watched the lie.”

The Cardinal whispered.

The loudspeaker crackled again.

“Final warning.”

“Five minutes until complete sterilization.”

Mother Caridad frowned.

“Sterilization?”

Sister Verónica suddenly looked toward the ceiling.

“Oh, Lord…”

“They’re not talking about documents.”

Inspector Mateo understood first.

“They’re talking about us.”

Another explosion thundered above.

Then…

Something unexpected happened.

The children.

Every child living beneath the convent suddenly appeared in the streets.

Lucía.

The younger boys.

The teenagers.

Hundreds of them.

They weren’t crying.

They weren’t running.

They were all looking toward the surface.

As if they had heard something no adult could hear.

Lucía whispered,

“They’ve started.”

Mother Caridad knelt beside her.

“Started what?”

“The fire.”

Silence.

“The grown-ups always burn everything.”

Father Gabriel’s face turned white.

“No…”

He looked toward Sister Verónica.

“The ventilation shafts.”

She nodded.

“They’re going to pump fire into the tunnels.”

Inspector Mateo shouted,

“Everyone move!”

But Daniel…

Subject 001…

Didn’t move.

He looked toward the deepest part of the chamber.

Then slowly smiled.

“I wondered…”

“…if I’d live long enough to see this day.”

Lucía grabbed his hand.

“Dad…”

Daniel gently stroked her hair.

“I have one job left.”

He looked directly at Mother Caridad.

“There is another way out.”

Everyone froze.

“You know another exit?”

Daniel nodded.

“It isn’t on any map.”

“Only four people ever knew it.”

“The founders.”

Sister Verónica stepped beside him.

“And now…”

“…only two of us remain.”

The Cardinal lowered his eyes.

“I cannot leave.”

Mother Caridad looked at him in disbelief.

“What?”

“This city…”

“…is my prison.”

“No.”

Inspector Mateo snapped.

“You’re coming with us.”

The old Cardinal slowly smiled.

“For seventy years…”

“I believed I was protecting something.”

He looked around the burning archive.

“I finally understand…”

“I was protecting a lie.”

Without warning…

He removed a heavy ring from his finger.

It bore the symbol of the Order.

He placed it into Mother Caridad’s hand.

“This opens the last door.”

“What last door?”

“The one beneath the chapel.”

“The true exit.”

Mother Caridad frowned.

“Why tell me now?”

The Cardinal looked at Lucía.

“Because she deserves a world…”

“…that never knows my name.”

Suddenly…

A piercing whistle echoed through the tunnels.

Daniel’s face changed instantly.

“They’re here.”

Inspector Mateo raised his weapon.

“Who?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

He simply pointed toward the darkness behind them.

One…

Two…

Then dozens of tiny red laser dots appeared across the stone walls.

Every officer recognized them immediately.

Sniper sights.

The lights slowly climbed higher…

Until every red dot rested on someone’s chest.

On Mother Caridad.

On Esperanza.

On Sofia.

On Lucía.

On the children.

A calm voice echoed through the darkness.

“Do not move.”

Heavy boots approached.

Black-armored figures emerged one by one from the smoke.

Not police.

Not military.

Each wore a featureless black helmet.

No names.

No insignia.

Only one silver emblem on the shoulder.

A black circle…

with a single white letter inside.

A.

The leader removed his helmet.

Mother Caridad stared in disbelief.

She had never seen the man before.

But the Cardinal had.

The old man whispered one name…

With absolute fear.

“Adrian…”

The stranger smiled coldly.

“Good evening, Cardinal.”

He slowly scanned the room until his eyes settled on Lucía.

Then he spoke the sentence that froze everyone in place.

“Bring me Subject 219…”

“…alive.”

PART 19 — ADRIAN’S OFFER

No one dared move.

The red laser sights remained perfectly still.

Every child.

Every officer.

Every survivor.

One careless step…

And the chamber would become a grave.

The man called Adrian calmly walked through the crowd.

His polished black boots echoed across the stone floor.

Unlike the Cardinal…

He carried no cross.

No ring.

No symbol of religion.

Only a simple black suit beneath his tactical vest.

His confidence was frightening.

He wasn’t surrounded by bodyguards because he feared death.

He was surrounded by them because everyone else did.

He stopped only a few feet from Lucía.

The little girl tightened her grip on Mother Caridad’s hand.

Adrian smiled.

“So…”

“Subject 219.”

“We’ve searched for you for eighteen years.”

Lucía frowned.

“I don’t know you.”

“No.”

“You weren’t supposed to.”

He crouched until his eyes met hers.

“But I’ve known you…”

“…since the day you were born.”

Daniel suddenly stepped between them.

“You stay away from my daughter.”

Adrian slowly stood again.

His smile disappeared.

“You disappoint me, Daniel.”

“I gave you everything.”

Daniel laughed bitterly.

“You gave me chains.”

“You gave me numbers.”

“You took my life.”

“I gave you purpose.”

Adrian answered coldly.

Silence.

Mother Caridad studied Adrian carefully.

There was something strange about him.

Unlike everyone else…

He didn’t seem surprised by anything.

Almost as if…

He had expected every moment of this.

She spoke quietly.

“You’re not part of the original Order.”

Adrian looked at her.

“Very good.”

“The Cardinal built the Order.”

“I rebuilt it.”

The Cardinal lowered his head.

“I warned them…”

“They laughed.”

Adrian turned toward him.

“You built an empire.”

“You allowed emotions to destroy it.”

“You protected children.”

“You kept journals.”

“You hesitated.”

He shook his head.

“I corrected your mistakes.”

Sister Verónica stepped forward.

“No.”

“You became something far worse.”

Adrian didn’t deny it.

“I became efficient.”

One of his soldiers approached and whispered something into his ear.

Adrian nodded once.

Then looked back at the group.

“The convent is gone.”

Mother Caridad’s heart stopped.

“What?”

“It burned beautifully.”

Esperanza gasped.

“No…”

“Our sisters…”

“They were evacuated.”

Adrian replied calmly.

“I don’t kill people without purpose.”

Father Gabriel narrowed his eyes.

“You expect us to thank you?”

“No.”

“I expect you to understand.”

He slowly removed a small electronic tablet from inside his coat.

He pressed the screen.

Immediately…

One of the laboratory walls lit up.

A map appeared.

Not of the convent.

Not of the underground city.

Of the world.

Red lights covered dozens of countries.

United States.

Spain.

Italy.

Brazil.

Mexico.

Japan.

France.

Australia.

Canada.

Thousands of glowing points.

Inspector Mateo stared at the display.

“What is that?”

Adrian answered without hesitation.

“Our homes.”

Silence.

“Our schools.”

“Our hospitals.”

“Our orphanages.”

“Our charities.”

“Our foundations.”

Mother Caridad’s blood ran cold.

“This isn’t one organization.”

“No.”

Adrian smiled.

“It’s hundreds.”

The Cardinal quietly whispered,

“I never knew…”

“You weren’t supposed to.”

Adrian replied.

“The old Order ended years ago.”

“You were simply allowed to believe you were still important.”

The old man’s face collapsed.

Everything he had controlled…

Had long ago slipped beyond his reach.

Lucía looked up at Adrian.

“Why do you want me?”

He smiled warmly.

“Because you carry something…”

“…that belongs to me.”

“No.”

Daniel growled.

“It belongs to her.”

Adrian ignored him.

He walked toward the burning archive.

One journal had escaped the flames.

He picked it up.

Brushed the dust away.

Then tossed it into the fire.

Years of history disappeared in seconds.

Mother Caridad lunged forward.

“No!”

Two soldiers immediately blocked her path.

Adrian never looked back.

“History is useful…”

“…only when you write it yourself.”

The words echoed through the chamber.

Then…

A child’s voice broke the silence.

Not Lucía.

Not Miguel.

Little Sofía, Esperanza’s youngest daughter.

She had wandered away unnoticed.

She stood before one of the shattered memory cylinders.

Looking inside.

“Mother…”

she whispered.

Everyone turned.

“What is it?”

The little girl pointed into the broken glass.

“There are more bracelets.”

Mother Caridad hurried over.

Inside the destroyed cylinder lay dozens of silver bracelets.

…

They continued.

Hundreds of numbers.

She frowned.

Then…

At the very bottom…

She found something else.

Not a bracelet.

A photograph.

Its edges were badly burned.

But one face remained perfectly clear.

Mother Caridad stared at it.

Her hands began shaking uncontrollably.

“No…”

Impossible.

The photograph showed four newborn babies.

Not three.

Not twins.

Not triplets.

Four infants lying side by side.

Their bracelets read:

…

On the back of the photograph…

Only one sentence had survived the fire.

“Only one must never be found.”

Silence filled the chamber.

Mother Caridad slowly lifted her eyes toward Adrian.

His calm expression…

Had completely disappeared.

For the first time…

He looked afraid.

Very afraid.

He whispered only one word.

“Impossible…”

Before anyone could ask why—

Every light in the underground city suddenly went dark.

The emergency generators shut down.

The red laser sights vanished.

The electronic map disappeared.

Complete darkness swallowed the chamber.

Then…

From somewhere deep beneath the mountain…

A woman’s voice echoed through the blackness.

Calm.

Gentle.

Familiar.

“Caridad…”

“You still have one sister left.”

PART 20 — THE FOURTH SISTER

Darkness consumed everything.

No alarms.

No footsteps.

No gunfire.

Only the voice.

Soft.

Gentle.

Impossible.

“Caridad…”

“You still have one sister left.”

Mother Caridad froze.

Every nerve in her body recognized that voice.

It couldn’t be.

She whispered into the darkness.

“…Mother?”

Silence answered.

Then a faint golden light appeared at the far end of the chamber.

Not electric.

A lantern.

Someone was carrying it.

Slowly…

The light came closer.

The mysterious woman stepped into view.

She wore an old nurse’s uniform unlike anything anyone had seen before.

Its white fabric had yellowed with age.

Around her neck hung a silver whistle.

Her hair had turned completely white.

Yet her eyes were filled with warmth.

She smiled at Mother Caridad.

“My little girl…”

Mother Caridad’s knees nearly gave way.

“Nurse Elena…”

The old woman nodded.

“You remember me.”

Small fragments of memory flashed through Mother Caridad’s mind.

A warm hand.

A lullaby.

A hidden nursery.

Someone whispering…

“Sleep, little star.”

Then everything disappeared again.

Esperanza looked confused.

“You know her?”

Mother Caridad slowly nodded.

“I thought she died…”

Nurse Elena smiled sadly.

“That rumor kept me alive.”

Adrian’s voice suddenly echoed from somewhere in the darkness.

“Find her!”

Flashlights burst to life.

Black-clad soldiers spread throughout the chamber.

Their weapons swept across the shadows.

But Nurse Elena had already disappeared.

Only her lantern remained.

Still glowing.

Daniel suddenly grabbed Mother Caridad’s arm.

“Follow the light!”

Without hesitation, the group rushed after the lantern.

It floated through a narrow stone passage as though someone invisible carried it.

Behind them…

The soldiers shouted.

“Seal every tunnel!”

“No one escapes!”

Bullets ricocheted against the stone walls.

Children screamed.

Inspector Mateo returned fire.

“Keep moving!”

They ran.

Past forgotten rooms.

Collapsed hallways.

Ancient staircases.

The lantern never stopped.

Finally…

It entered a small circular chamber.

Unlike the laboratories…

Unlike the archives…

This room was simple.

Peaceful.

Its walls were covered with paintings made by children.

Hundreds of them.

Crayon drawings………….

CONTINUE READ NEXT PART 4 END : A nun kept getting pregnant, but when the last baby was born, one shocking detail changed everything… Sister Esperanza had become mysteriously pregnant year after year, even though she lived inside a convent where no man was ever allowed to set foot, and that left Mother Caridad more disturbed every time. But everything shifted when the young nun finally carried what seemed to be her last child, and a chilling detail began to explain how those impossible pregnancies had been happening again and again. The truth Mother Caridad was about to touch would lead her straight to a coffin.