Manuel must never find out the truth.
Felicia thought to herself as she glanced toward Leah. Clenching her fists, she forced a smile, trying to mask her growing unease.
How much does Leah really know? Felicia's thoughts raced. I need to find a way out of here—fast.
A name echoed in her mind: Carmela Geraldine.
There had once been news about two bodies found discarded like trash—rumored to be a couple. She used to pass that very place on her way home, never expecting the dead would cry out to her.
Back then, Felicia didn't get involved. She couldn't. She had no money, a struggling family, and a kind-hearted daughter who had taken in an orphan and fallen pregnant. Survival came first, and she avoided showing she could see spirits.
But Carmela had kept returning—her spirit wandering that same vacant lot, desperately searching for something left behind. Every time Felicia passed by, she could hear the woman's sorrowful sobs. Her bruised face, etched with pain, haunted Felicia.
One day, it was too late to pretend she didn't see her.
"You see me, don't you?" Carmela's voice was calm but pleading.
Felicia sighed. She couldn't lie anymore and nodded.
"Help me." Carmela's request was simple—but heavy.
"What kind of help?" Felicia asked cautiously.
"Imprison Santiago." The voice of a man suddenly joined them—Donald, Carmela's husband, appearing beside her.
"Can you do that?" he asked, eyes full of desperate hope.
Santiago? Felicia flinched at the name. One of San Mateo's most powerful clans.
"Do you have proof?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent.
"They have our baby," Carmela said, nearly choking on her words.
Donald nodded solemnly. "Please. Find our child."
"I'll come back tomorrow. We'll talk again. I need to go home for now," Felicia said, stepping back. She wasn't ready to commit.
The couple simply nodded.
Sometimes, spirits cling to places where their lives were taken—returning again and again, unable to rest. Felicia sighed. A child… involved in such horror?
When she returned, she learned the truth—their murder had been brutal, and a child had been involved. A small hooded figure had been present in one of her visions. She didn't see the child's face, only the bracelet it wore. A man had taken the child—Carmela's father.
"What will you give me in return?" Felicia asked the spirits. "I don't work for free."
Donald and Carmela exchanged uncertain glances.
"We have nothing," Donald admitted. "But if you speak to my brother from the Gonzalez clan… he'll believe you."
"What if he doesn't?" Felicia pressed.
Silence.
With a cold sigh, she began packing her things. "No payment, no deal."
"We just want to know if our child is alive," Carmela cried. "Please. We can't rest if we don't know the truth."
Felicia paused—but hardened herself.
"Sorry. I'm just an ordinary woman trying to survive. I don't want any trouble."
And she walked away.
That bracelet, though—it stayed in her mind. It felt… familiar.
She later wrote about Carmela and Donald in her notebook. They were her first potential clients—but she had never followed through.
Years passed. She met Manuel and Angely. She caught glimpses of Manuel's past but never told him that his sister Carmela had once begged her for help.
Even when she tried to save Carmela's child, she still obeyed Manuel's father's orders.
Only later did she piece it together—that child Carmela was searching for… was still alive.
She recognized the bracelet.
Felicia kept the child's identity secret, seeing its value. It was a trump card she might one day need. She vowed no one would ever know.
But now, Leah—the vengeful spirit—was unraveling everything.
"Don't worry, Felicia," Leah whispered with a crooked smile. "I'll keep my mouth shut... unless I feel like talking."
Felicia's heart pounded.
She had once relied on Sharlene's help to reach someone, though a mysterious force had blocked her. Now, her only hope lay in Sharlene's grandchildren.
I won't let this place trap me forever, Felicia swore. I will bury you again, Leah. I will.
Leah just laughed and stepped closer.
"No matter how much you hide, Felicia… the truth always finds its way out," she whispered near her ear.
Then Leah turned to the others and clapped her hands mockingly.
"Well, let's play again. You all love games, don't you?"
A beat passed.
"Ah—so boring. Never mind," she sighed.
"Leah, finish your game," Felicia muttered bitterly.
"Our game is infinite," Leah replied coolly. "Time means nothing here."
Felicia could only sigh.
"Don't engage with it anymore, Felicia," Angely warned in a low voice.
"Be quiet, both of you!" Manuel snapped.
Angely just shook her head, her eyes scanning the room.
There must be a way out of this, she thought. There has to be.