Point of view: Jessica Jones Vilma
The hospital was unnervingly quiet; the white lights in the corridors glowed brightly while rain lashed against the building’s windows.
Linda Villanova had just arrived with María de Vera—the alias Josefina Chávez had adopted for protection.
Both of them seemed anxious.
With the investigation into the Vargas case moving forward, no one felt safe.
Not even inside the hospital.
As I watched from my room’s window, I noticed something unusual.
A man dressed in black was talking on his phone near the parking lot.
His face remained hidden.
But there was something familiar about him.
Hauntingly familiar.
Then, he vanished into the darkness.
A short while later, I heard voices in the hallway.
Linda and María were arguing with a doctor.
They were trying to keep their voices down.
But someone was watching them.
Someone who knew her true identity.
“You are Josefina Isabela Chávez Martínez,” a male voice said.
María froze.
Her face went pale.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied quickly.
“My name is María de Vera.”
The man smiled—a cold, dangerous smile.
“After seventeen years, you’re still in hiding.”
My heart began to race.
Because that conversation was anything but casual.
It felt like a threat; before I could hear anything else, the man left and vanished like a ghost. This story is hosted at g.com.
That night, I had the dream again.
I was back in Lisbon—the same room, the masks, the music.
And Loki appeared before me.
His expression was serious.
More serious than ever.
“Loki…” I whispered.
He slowly retreated into the darkness.
Then, he said something that stopped me cold.
“You don’t really know your best friend.”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but the room began to fade and everything went dark.
I woke up with a start, gasping for air; the heart monitor beeped rapidly, and then I heard a scream.
Jessica rushed into the room.
“What happened?”
A nurse came running down the hallway, terrified; behind her appeared Sara Medina, pale and trembling.
Jeremiah, looking deeply troubled, immediately stepped out of another room.
“What happened?”
Sara could barely speak.
“He’s here…”
I shuddered.
“Who?”
Sara began to cry.
“The man in the red mask.”
Silence fell over the area.
Sara pointed to the end of the hallway; we all ran there, and when we arrived…
We froze. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
There was blood—so much blood.
A police officer lay lifeless near the emergency exit.
Christian Reyes quickly examined the scene, and his expression instantly changed.
“His throat was slashed.”
Jeremiah clenched his fists.
—Mark Aquino sent a message.
But Sara wasn’t finished yet.
—I heard him on the phone.
Jessica looked up.
—What did he say?
Sara trembled again.
—He said the next victim is someone close to Loki.
No one spoke, because we all understood what that meant.
Luis.
Louise.
Or any one of us.
The threat was real and closing in; then, something even worse happened.
The hospital lights began to flicker—twice, three times—and suddenly… everything went dark.
Screams filled the hallways for a few seconds.
No one saw when the power returned; I ran to the window and saw it out in the rainy parking lot.
A motionless figure was watching the building, wearing a red mask, and before vanishing into the darkness… it seemed to smile.