Angel stood still, her eyes fixed on the photo in Dr. Louis' room.
A woman.
The same woman from her memory.
Her heart skipped.
"Who… are they in this photo?" she asked quietly.
Dr. Louis glanced at it briefly.
"She is my sister," he said calmly.
"Why are you asking?"
Angel kept her expression neutral.
"Just for knowledge… I like to know about others."
A pause.
Dr. Louis studied her carefully.
"Maybe you're too tired," he said.
"We can continue training tomorrow."
"…Okay," Angel replied softly.
Peter, standing nearby, glanced at Elsa suspiciously.
Elsa didn't say anything.
That night—
After dinner, everything was silent.
Too silent.
Angel lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Her mind wouldn't rest.
The memory.
The woman.
The photo.
Something isn't right…
Slowly, she sat up.
Carefully, she stepped out of the room.
The hallway was dark.
Quiet.
Each step echoed softly.
She turned the corner—
💥 Crash!
A vase shattered on the floor.
Angel froze.
Footsteps approached.
"Angel?"
Elsa.
Angel didn't turn back.
She moved forward quickly, disappearing into the shadows.
Elsa watched her…
But didn't stop her.
Angel kept moving.
Faster.
"I need to know the truth…" she whispered.
She searched for an exit—
A door.
A window.
Anything.
But there was nothing.
There is no way out.
Her breathing grew heavier.
"Where is the exit…?"
Then—
She noticed something.
A narrow path.
Hidden.
Almost invisible.
A passage she had never seen before.
Her heart pounded.
This wasn't normal.
Slowly…
She stepped closer.