Purple Summers's head felt like it had turned into a swamp, heavy, sticky, with all thoughts and ideas jammed together, solidifying her in the mud.
She stood there blankly, like a lifeless puppet.
Alexander Summers had known about the matter of borrowing a body to revive a soul for a long time.
Mr. Ghost Hayes had been contacted in advance.
Jade Carlson had been working for the Howard Family all along.
Evelyn Willard might know something, or she might not know anything at all, yet Alexander's nature was always to prefer killing wrongly than to miss out; he was about to leave Clearwater, and naturally, he would want to clean up any loose ends before departing.
The bright light in the basement room shone on Purple Summers, yet her vision darkened in waves; she felt herself plummeting into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by pitch-black darkness where not even her hand in front of her face was visible!
