Chapter XXXII: The First Clue
Liz drifts into sleep, her mind slipping into another dream. She finds herself walking through Escolta, the cobblestone street lined with structures made of bricks and lime. The air carries a nostalgic scent, a mixture of aged stone and history. The glow of street lamps flickers against the night sky, casting long shadows that dance along the pavement.
As she strolls, her eyes catch something intriguing inside a small souvenir shop. The wooden sign creaks slightly in the breeze as she steps closer, peering into the dimly lit interior. The shop is filled with statues of saints, each sculpted with lifelike detail, their glassy eyes reflecting the candlelight. The solemn expressions of the figures make her shiver, yet she feels drawn to them.
Her gaze shifts t
