He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

She then placed the photo back under the chipped piece of glass and pressed it down.

Just then, she smelled something under the bed frame.

"Tsk, something's off about this bed."

As she spoke, she suddenly grabbed the edge of the bed, which was made of bricks and planks, with one hand and lifted it up sharply.

With the strength of one arm, she flipped the entire bed over, sending planks and bricks crashing to the floor and raising a cloud of dust.

A strong, foul stench surged up from under the bed, making Evelyn take a half-step back.

Once the dust settled, the three of them could see that there was a hole under the bed board, about half a person's width in diameter, with uneven edges.

It didn't look like it was dug out with any tools; it looked more like it was forcibly ripped open by something with its claws.

"This stench is outrageous! What on earth is this?!"

Evelyn pinched her nose, her voice muffled.

Arya bent down and peered into the cave, but couldn't see anything; the entrance was too narrow.

"There must be something underground; it's much denser here than up here, and the anchor point reaction is stronger."

"I'll go down."

Evelyn stretched her neck and poked half her body into the hole.

"The opening is too small. One of you is as strong as an ox and the other has such big breasts that you're in the way. Neither of you can get down."

"Sister~ Just say you're envious~"

"Then you're going down?"

"Ugh~ I'm not going to such a dirty and smelly place. Thank you for your help, sister~ Please be careful~"

Arya waved to her sister with a grin.

Evelyn rolled her eyes, then took a deep breath and jumped into the hole.

She only raised her hand after the leaves had fallen.

"Light flame."

The pale golden flames gathered in her palm into a soft sphere of light, illuminating the surroundings.

She looked up and glanced around.

The area below is very open.

It is not a naturally formed cave, but an underground space that has been expanded by humans, and traces of excavation can still be seen on the four walls.

The stench in the air was more than ten times stronger here, and Evelyn frowned as she continued walking forward.

The ground was littered with the carcasses of various animals, interspersed with a few human corpses that had begun to decompose.

Some were mostly eaten, while others were simply torn into pieces.

These were all prey hunted by the monster, but it didn't eat all of them. It only took a few bites of some and then threw them aside, as if it was checking something.

As you continue walking, scratches begin to appear on the four walls.

One after another, densely packed, stretching from the ground all the way to the top of one's head.

It was as if something was about to become uncontrollable and agitated within him.

Evelyn slowed her pace.

She had seen these traces before. In the solitary confinement cells of the Vatican where out-of-control individuals were imprisoned, those tormented by the demonic power within them would frantically scratch at the walls.

It left behind streaks of blood.

However, unlike the other cases, the scratches in the solitary confinement cell spread outwards, indicating that the person wanted to escape.

She quickened her pace, then suddenly stopped after turning a corner.

In front of them was a relatively flat wall, clearly repaired by someone, much smoother than the rough earthen walls around it.

And on this wall, there are photos covered up to the brim.

Evelyn raised the flame in her palm and looked closer, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Many of the people in these photos were people she had seen in the Special Administration Bureau's investigation reports; they were all people who had been brutally murdered by predators.

Some of the people had an X drawn on their faces with something.

The man they had just rescued was also in these photos.

She stared at the photos for a while, puzzled.

What does this mean?

That thing doesn't kill indiscriminately; it has its own judgment and it's looking for specific people.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

Evelyn turned around abruptly, and the flame in her palm suddenly brightened several degrees.

It illuminated the deep shadow behind her.

The monster was huddled in the corner.

Its size has shrunk compared to when we fought tonight; its original three-meter-tall frame is now only a little over two meters tall.

The limbs were still disproportionately long and thin, with the joints bent in the opposite direction, but at this moment they were not in an attack posture, but rather curled up.

It folded itself into a ball, its back against the wall, its two sharp, long arms protecting its chest, its shoulders hunched high, and its head bowed low.

The monster was injured.

The cracks in his bone armor, shattered by Constantine's fist, still remained on his left arm.

There was a dent in his chest where Evelyn had stepped on him, and a deep, bone-revealing wound at the joint of his right leg.

Black blood mixed with thick pus flowed down the slender leg bone, forming a small black puddle at the foot of the leg.

On that eyeless dog face, the mouth stretched to the base of the ears, revealing two rows of jagged fangs.

A low, threatening growl came from deep within his throat, and he desperately shrank back.

"What exactly are you?"

Evelyn didn't move forward; she simply stood there, holding the flame in her palm and looking at it.

The monster's chest heaved violently.

Each breath was accompanied by a broken, gurgling sound, as if something was piercing his lungs.

It tried to prop itself up by supporting itself on one forearm, but slipped twice and its fingernails dug four new marks on the ground.

"I will not... let... you go..."

Seeing its appearance, Evelyn's flames dimmed slightly.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, when Constantine's voice suddenly came from above her head.

"Evelyn, what's the situation down there? Do we need backup?"

She glanced at the monster, turned around, and shouted.

"Found it! I'll bring it up!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around.

The monster remained huddled in the corner, letting out a very faint whimper.

Just as Evelyn stepped forward, ready to subdue and take him away...

The hairs on her body stood on end!

A chilling coldness shot from her tailbone to the top of her head in an instant.

It was as if... someone was standing behind her.

He was very close to her, very close.

She was so close that she could feel the other person's cold breath brushing against the back of her neck.

No, this isn't an illusion...

Someone... is biting her ear...

That wet, slippery, and cold sensation was clearly felt.

She could even feel the other person's sharp teeth gently rubbing against her earlobe.

But she couldn't do anything.

My body felt like it was filled with lead, so stiff I couldn't move.

Even moving one's eyes has become a luxury.

Evelyn's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

A deep, husky, yet incredibly alluring voice, as if from the depths of hell, rang in her ears.

Tell me... my lovely little lamb...

"What...are you afraid of?"

Evelyn's lips trembled violently, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She didn't know why, but she was proud of her physical strength, which was enough to penetrate a tank.

At this moment, it was completely out of control.

Then the figure gently passed over Evelyn's shoulder.

A gentle blow.

The ball of holy light in her hand was enough to purify all evil.

Like an ordinary candle, it went out silently.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient song echoed softly in the underground cave.

The song sounded like a terrifying nursery rhyme that circulated in the countryside during the Black Death in the Middle Ages.

"Mater mortis, mater noctis..." (Mother of Death, Mother of Night...)

"Luna pallida videt te..." (The Azure Moon sees what you have done...)

"Infans lacrimas fundit in tenebris..." (The baby weeps in secret...)

"Nemo audit, nemo venit..." (No one hears, no one comes to the rescue...)

"Aurora numquam veniet..." (Dawn never comes...)

Accompanying the song was a girl's clear and melodious laughter.

The laughter was innocent and carefree, yet it carried a chilling and eerie quality.

And the monster, before her eyes, began to gradually change.

Its body is twisting and deforming.

Finally, she became someone wearing a tattered dress with two lines of bloody tears on her face.

A little girl holding a rag doll.

That was Evelyn's greatest fear during her childhood.

She was someone she had to kill to survive back then.