As she spoke, Natalie began telling a small story from her past life. "Do you remember the woman who lived alone in Villa 20 at Hillside Villas?" she asked. "She was a little plump, always kind-looking, and she liked wearing white suits." Cassian thought for a moment. "Not really." Natalie reminded him, "Her husband died in an accident after abusing her. She got a huge insurance payout. Then she bought lottery tickets five times in a row and won multi-million-dollar jackpots every single time. It made the news. After that, she moved into Hillside Villas." Cassian's eyes lit up. "Oh. I remember her now." He sighed softly. "She was a strange one. Very religious. She prayed in her yard every morning and night. She often joined some charity events related to animals. Most of her money went to the church for repairs. She even took in several foster kids." Natalie nodded. "That's her. Famous for being generous and not caring about money at all. She moved into the villa because the lottery story went viral. People dug up her home address. "Fans and bloggers kept showing up at her gate to ‘borrow some luck.' She moved several times, but people always found her again. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and moved up the hill." Before the apocalypse, security at Hillside Villas was no joke. Having money or being famous wasn't enough to get in. Even top movie stars needed an invitation to attend parties hosted by Frederick or Theodore. Without the house owner's approval, no one—media included—could step inside. It really was the perfect place to hide from the world. Cassian nodded and said, "She lived very simply. Other homeowners even complained about her for growing vegetables and raising chickens in her yard."Hillside Villas was the most high-end residential area in the city, but that woman had turned her place into a small farmhouse. Many residents felt she lowered the image of the neighborhood. Still, the complaints went nowhere. No one could force her out of a house she legally owned. Cassian hadn't cared much about it back then, either. As for the Mervyns, Dave was religious himself. And since this lady's good deeds were often praised in the media, he had no reason—faith- or public image-wise—to give her trouble. The Hollands didn't mind. The Mervyns didn't mind. So, the other residents eventually dropped it. The woman kept living at her own pace. She ate simple food, prayed daily, and kept doing good deeds. Later, when her old house was suddenly torn down for redevelopment, she donated the entire compensation to charity. That made the news again. People online joked about her as "the woman the universe wouldn't stop rewarding." Cassian asked Natalie, "Why did you suddenly bring her up?" Natalie opened her mouth, as if choosing her words, and said, "I saw her before I died in my last life." Back then, she had gone through endless trouble just to reach the Hillside Villas area. She wanted to ask her useless father for help. Instead, Jacob threw her out. The weather was freezing. There was no way she and her cousins could walk all the way back to the city. They had no choice but to look around the villa area for an empty house to stay in. Of course, that house later became the place where the siblings killed her. Before that happened—while she was knocking on doors and searching for an empty home—Natalie saw that woman. As she spoke, a strange look crossed Natalie's face."I saw her come out of her villa and walk to the corner of her yard," she said. "She took out a frozen leg." She paused, then stressed quietly, "A child's leg." That scene had clearly burned itself into her memory, because Natalie described it in detail. "During Frostfall, many people would shovel snow into one pile in the yard. Over time, it would turn into a big block of ice. "But her place was different," Natalie continued. "She stacked the snow into many small ice piles, all connected. Together with the corner wall, it formed a small storage space. Like a natural freezer." She frowned hard as she recalled it. "And inside that freezer," she said slowly, "were pieces of children." Cassian, who had been sitting in the warm car, suddenly felt a chill crawl up his back. "The children she adopted?" Natalie nodded, her expression dark. "They weren't buried and dug back up later," she said. "They were cut apart ahead of time, like food being prepared, and stacked there." She swallowed. "I don't know whether it was to save space or for some other reason," she added. "But she even kept the heads." In the apocalypse, people treating others like animals and eating them was not rare. But what made this so shocking—so unforgettable—for Natalie was who that woman was. She had been a devoted believer her whole life. She ate no meat. She prayed every day. And yet, she ended up hurting people. Not strangers, but the children she had taken in herself. After hearing all this, Cassian stayed silent for a long time. He was clearly shaken too.