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.

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.

As she walked through the deserted streets, the wind seemed to carry whispers in her ear. "They're coming for you, Sister." The voice was like a rusty gate, sending shivers down her spine.

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.

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

The last thing she saw was the girl's face, her own face, distorted in a macabre grin. And then, everything went black.