The eyes were filled with blood, swirled with uncontrollable madness and fear. Although the gatekeeper's words had soothed the woman's spirit and roused her from the brink of collapse, they couldn't completely smooth over the lingering shadows of fear in her mind.
Agatha had seen this look many times before, so she simply calmly met the woman's gaze. Once she had further calmed the woman, she spoke, "The 'he' you mentioned, you're referring to your husband, right? He has returned home—but you know, he died several years ago."
The woman's shoulders shook violently, she lowered her head, grabbing her own hair as if afraid to maintain eye contact with Agatha, merely repeating over and over, "He came back... he came back... but I know that wasn't him..."
"How did you kill 'it'?" Agatha frowned and asked, "Do you remember the details of what happened?"