Over the two dead bodies of the maid, one of them had suddenly began to crack and move. The tear that had cut half of the maid's body slowly stuck to each other again, as if sewed into one creature.
Her eyes that had rolled to the back of her head, slowly turned itself back to stare straight again, brown yet it was hiding the bright shine of green underneath it. In an instant, the look of horror that once etched Jane's face had disappeared, taking over by a sly smile that had now colored a new personality in her face.
"It's getting difficult to just take one body to possess," hummed the new "Emma" inside the body. She looked at her arms and sighed when she noted the size of her wrist, "Another thin one. This isn't going to work for long."
