CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED

Maggots, nature's relentless recyclers, had begun their work, gnawing their way through her flesh.

Victor's face contorted in anguish as he gazed upon the tragic scene. His voice trembled as he whispered, "Oh, Mrs. Hope... What have they done to you?"

Daniela and I exchanged solemn glances, their hearts heavy with the sorrow of the moment. It was a grim reminder of the darkness we were up against.

But Victor, unable to contain his grief, took a step back, his eyes brimming with tears.

Then, in an act of both desperation and love, he jumped into the shallow grave, disregarding the mud and decay, and gently cradled Mrs. Hope's lifeless form in his arms.

We heard him whisper words of comfort, promising to bring her justice and vowing to find those responsible for her untimely end.

His determination burned brighter than ever as he clung to her, the weight of the truth and the depth of his emotions merging in that solemn moment.

I cautiously extended my trembling arms into the shallow gr