walk outside in the dead of night!"
Fiona shrugged her shoulders with a mixture of regret and pride and said, "Well then, I''ll have to go alone!"
That very night, little Fiona took advantage of the entire convent falling into silence and stealthily made her way to the garden where the children played. She lifted her skirt and crouched beneath a towering tree, placing the small box aside. With great enthusiasm, she eagerly pushed aside the withered leaves, uncovering a patch of seemingly loose soil, and began to dig.
The little girl''s fingertips encountered something weird to the touch, and as she picked it up, she discovered it was a long fingernail belonging to a woman, stained with traces of blood.
Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Fiona hastened her digging. Soon, the soil revealed an uncorrupted corpse, frozen in an expression of terror, yet still recognisable.
In the chilly moonlight, the girl recognised the ghastly pale face of Mother Agatha.
Fiona felt a pale, icy hand with long, sharp nails clutching her tiny heart. She lost consciousness on the spot.