"The nun is back," they whispered. "And this time, she's not alone."

The village of Sainte-Chapelle lay shrouded in an eerie mist, its residents gripped by a fear they couldn't explain. It had been a year since Sister Lili's encounter with Valak, the demonic entity that had haunted the convent. She had thought she'd left the horror behind, but the memories still lingered, haunting her every waking moment.

As the girl approached, Lili saw her own face staring back at her. The girl's eyes were her own, filled with the same fear and desperation. And then, she understood. Valak had not been defeated; it had simply changed hosts.

When the villagers found Lili, she was catatonic, her eyes wide with terror. The girl was never seen again, but the whispers continued, echoing through the mist-shrouded streets of Sainte-Chapelle.

Lili quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. She had tried to rebuild her life, to find solace in her faith, but the darkness seemed to be closing in around her.

The girl's face began to contort, twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to defy human form. Lili tried to scream, but her voice was trapped in her throat.