Before reading this, please read both season 1 and 2, thank you.

Trollberg, an isolated city in the United Kingdom famous for… Not much. Most of the people living here were nobodies and weren't exactly the brightest nor strongest.

In this city there was, of course, a cemetery, with its own undertaker… although this one was a bit different. He was tall, always wearing a thick coat and gloves, a hat covering his eyes and many claimed his hair smelled like coal.

This undertaker was also particularly strong and calm, barely speaking a word and taking entire adult coffins on his shoulders while doing little to no struggle and nobody bothered because that's their job.

No one knew where he lived… And that was perfect for him… because this undertaker… was in fact, Hilda Foulkestone.

Hilda was always a curious person, with a lot of twisted mindsets and a lot of traumatic events, but she was also smart, and showed that previous times more than she can count.

She had just sold her mom's house and immediately disappeared, many still believe she moved to London to meet with one of her mom's contacts. But she was living in an old desolate shack a bit off from the town center.

Her routine changed a lot since she adopted this new identity. She started working out, making money to survive, waking up early and especially getting a love for biology and for hard work.

After some years she ""forgave"" Frida and David for what they did but never forgetting what they have done.

Talking about them. they had their own thing going on, as Stephen became what one could call the "Industrial Revolutionary".

The man had quite a bit of an alcohol (mostly) problem and pursued a career on making his most crazed ideas a reality via engineering as his coal mine took off after the calculator proved semi-semi-functional.

They hired Kaisa as a maid and secretary, and Frida was promoted as their engineer and helper, while David had more personal lessons from his father, as Stephen tries to make him be like a man (in their standards).

And so… Where do we start?

Hilda was peacefully walking around her small backyard, playing fetch with Dagger who had grown… Quite a lot, who was as tall as her waist on all fours, which considering how much her exercise made her grow, and she did quite a lot.

"hey boy… I have to go…" she said to Dagger, looking at a small pocket watch she had.

Dagger barked a goodbye, he was already pretty used to her routine by now.

Hilda changed herself from her usual night garments to her usual thick clothing, not that it was hot or anything, but it helped everyone think she's a man.

She walked to the funeral home in time, as most of the prayers were already done, so she took the time to grab her nails and hammer in her workshop and returned, with everyone waiting.

The undertaker closed the coffin and started to nail it, each hit being so strong they could hear the wood cracking from the inside. After it was sealed, she took the box on her shoulders, with a bit of struggle, but she seemed just fine carrying it to the grave and putting it there.

After that she waited again for the rest of the funeral and started to cover up the hole, all that while staying silent and straight.

She was a professional at it.

Most people were gone by the time she's done with it, and she took a small container off her pocket and drank from it… she had a mild opium addiction. Her boss approached her from behind.

"Sir Hilbert."

"Yes sir." she answered in a pretty convincing male impression and quickly placed the container back in her pocket shamelessly.

"We are running short on space on the left… think you can y'know… mess with some?"

"Sure."

Hilda then waved the man a quick goodbye before grabbing her shovel and walked over to the cemetery where she moved a couple graves on the left side of the graveyard… and ripped them off. The tradition says that the corpses are buried 6 feet under, but they found out if you dig a bit deeper you can stack up bodies as a mass grave.

And they were good at it, leaving a small amount of dirt between coffins and simply replacing the signs, like Hilda was doing.

She was simply taking the gravestones out the ground and covering the holes.

David on the other side was having his own moments, as his dad was rambling about his new ideas while his son and his fellow engineer and personal friend took notes.

"What if we make a train that runs on regular roads?"

"Why?"

"If trains are the fastest way to travel, we could just, make them everywhere,"

"...Stephen, I don't"

"Oh! and why don't we call them "'bussies" because, y'know, they are for busy people who need to arrive places fast?"

David rolled their eyes in response. "..Okay…"

"Stephen you do realise I have to make all the projects and-"

"It's just like a locomotive but shorter."

"Don't you remember next time you said 'fuck it lets take a locomtive off the tracks and let it run'?"

"I didn't say that."

"You said EXACTLY that, and proceeded to lose 30.000 pounds both in a bad investment and in a waste of money, along with the fact that we had to pay hefty fines!"

"Well, as the saying goes "If you fail, try and try again!" Stephen proclaims, believing in this little saying to keep going forward.

Frida just have had it, she excused herself for a tea break before placing her notes right beside her seat before leaving the room with David following after.

As they walked down the hallway, they both began to talk behind his back.

"God, his ideas are shit! I'm betting that by a hundred years, those kinds of locomotives aren't gonna be a thing." Frida complains, venting out her anger in a fit to calm herself down.

"Calm down, they're only ideas." David mediates, stopping her from going into one of her long rants, which is slowly becoming a thing.

Frida sighed as she tried to imagine a world without slavery or even stuff like this and as they arrive downstairs, they met both Amelie and Mary working in the kitchen to cook lunch for both the Ferguson and Falkenberg families as Mary took on family matters.

"So you ready?" Amelie asks as she stirs some soup in a bowl.

Frida happily nods back as they sit together.

Hilda meanwhile was on her way back home, when she was stopped by her stomach, she didn't eat a lot in the morning.

"Fuck…" she said as she looked around, her boss was closing the funerary gates, as they had no other funerals to do and everything finished as scheduled. "Can't use the cafeteria now…"

She then started taking another path, one that went over the hills and into a small valley, higher than the city, with an active coal mine in it.

Hilda had some friends in the coal mine Stephen owned, and she would eventually come by to play games, eat and get opium or get a drink with one of the men, while being disguised as one as cultural values show that women aren't supposed to be drunk.

After making the arduous yet worth it trek, she arrived and was greeted by the workers, who were on their own launch break. Hilda got herself a sandwich and had a somewhat good lunch, until a gold-white porch arrived, and two men got out, both in suits and hats.

"So this is mine, Stephen? It has been a while since I visited."

"Yeah we had some upgrades." He said as he walked to one of the entrances to the mine, that had a small mechanism and a rope that went down, following the rails "this for example allows us to pull the carts back up."

"Okay…. and you want a locomotive that runs off the rails and this is your basis?"

"Yes."

"Stephen, look not everything has to be a big-time success, or a revolutionary thing, we just need to return the profit."

"No, I know it's going to work!"

Hilda recognized that voice, but she stayed absolutely still, wanting to eat first than confront the man.

"Stephen, look, we both know Frida's the engineer, and she also says it's bullshit, so just, let go"

"I'll prove it to you it's not bullshit!"

Davis groaned loudly, frustrated at his father's ceaseless attempts of success. "There he goes again"

"You will see! I'm gonna make it big across britain!"

Stephen.

Stephen.

Stephen.

'So, the guy wants to be a big shot huh? didn't he shoot enough at other people's feelings already?' she thought to herself 'why does it always come back!? why can't I leave it behind… maybe… I'm not supposed to… …'

What if I ended this all?

what if i just… fucking killed him?'

Then as Hilda dove into her thoughts, one of the workers tapped her shoulder, seeming to be concerned since they were seeing Hilda barely eating her food and is just looking at Stephen, their boss.

As they tapped, she was suddenly driven away from her thoughts as she looked back into the group with a little confusion in her face.

"...what?"

"you seemed… distracted…."

"Me, no, I didn't get distracted, just...blacked out there for a few seconds."

As Hilda grinned at them, trying to look convincing, the workers didn't buy it at all but it didn't matter anyway and so they continued their lunch.

"Shit, I have to go before he finds out I don't work here."

She got up and very silently started to walk away, somehow evading them, she had an incredible skill to walk dead silent on mostly any terrain, and that was usually because the floor of her shack was so used to making creaking sounds.

"We'll see how that goes… Stephen." she said as she got out of their line of sight and continued following the train tracks until they had to leave, and their porch passed by Hilda on the road as they slowed down to talk.

"I can't help but ask, what's a wonderful woman like you doing out here?"

Hilda panicked, had they found out!?... but no… she had left her hat on the mine, dammit! Luckily her hair was still tainted black from those years of using paint so she wasn't identified...yet.

"I'm no woman sir." she said with a thick impression.

"Oh….I see" the enthusiasm on Stephen's voice disappeared "why the haircut then?"

"Mandatory look on the job."

"I don't remember any profession that allows men to grow their hair, where do you work?"

"Uhmm, I'm an undertaker of a funerary home."

"Oh! so that's why the hair.. cuz the-"

"Yeah that's it-"

"Quite."

They both started chatting at each other until David got up and was ready to intervene.

But he didn't. As he got up he noticed that the undertaker had a burnt eye, and after seeing her uncolored iris and misshapen pupil, he felt a shiver down his spine as his mind felt that eerie vibe of Hilda, although….he think she wasn't Hilda so he calmed himself down.

Besides, it's been years, it seems like Hilda just disappeared into the sea so there's no chance of her popping out like this.

"uh… what's with the eye?" David asks, pointing out the eye that's left bare without it's cast.

Stephen points it out as well. "Yeah, what's up with the eye?"

All of a sudden, she felt like she's backed into a corner as this question has no way out and avoiding it would be impossible.

She damn wished she left the church alone.

"Uh, some dirt landed on my eye?" Hilda hesitantly asks, fearing that this sorry little excuse of hers is not gonna work.

Then as the two were about to think about it, Frida went over and tapped David on the shoulder.

"Isn't this kinda… shady tho?"

"Yeah…."

"Well it wasn't… dirt… was…. a strong chemical compound.

"Which was…"

"Alcohol… and… a match… okay i was drinking vodka, some spilled and someone was smoking."

"Ah I see…." the porch started to speed up and they quickly were outside of her conversation range.

A few minutes later, David was now in his room, looking at one of the last documents he had of Hilda while he was tracking her.

"You… felt that weirdness too… right, Frida?"

"Yeah, it was very strange…it's like she came back."

"You think she… he is…. um…"

"Let's hope not…"

David nods in concern, worrying about the prospect of having to deal with Hilda once again, after years of being harassed and tormented over and over after the death of her first pet.

As they looked through every surviving record, it seems like Hilda is missing from it, having been reported as one around November to December of 1749 and is never heard of again.

Back to Hilda's situation, Hilda had to stay low once again after that very close call with Stephen, so first off right away, she went back to the funerary home in order to look like she works there, even though she actually does.

"Fuuuuck, does it had to be now? I was so close to getting the money for a ticket to America…" she said with an irritated voice.

"Uh… something's wrong Hilbert?" A voice said, concerned.

As she turned her head around, she saw Alfur, the part time redcoat that took the job of being an accountant and the one from earlier.

"Nothing… Alfur…" she said as she tensed up again… he had gotten close a couple times already.

Hilda then started to slowly walk away as she sipped some gin and looked at the horizon… just a couple years ago she could see the lake from the gates, but now one of the many new giant factories blocked the view.

But she didn't have time for that… she had to buy beef for Dagger, as she did every week. She already had a set amount of her salary just for that, and it was good because she rarely had any spare change.

She decides to finish a few minor tasks before leaving the funerary home with Alfur alone and after ringing the bell to signify her absence to Alfur, whom had gotten used to her being absent around the area all the time, she is then free to go to the market.

She pushed herself around the crowd, trying to move to the stall where she needed to be, and after pushing 12 people out of her way, she found the meat stall and she's luckily in the front.

She went over to the butcher to ask for a few pounds of meat and as he chopped the meat, Hilda prepared her pences, and as the butcher laid out the cheque as a deed of purchase, when she was robbed out of nowhere from the crowd.

Just as she was about to give the money, a man with a thick beard grabbed her coins and ran through the crowd and Hilda gave chase, and after minutes of pushing through the crowd again, she lost him.

And well, no money, no beef.

She was static for a moment… before sending a death stare at the man…she thought it was the robber, and started to slowly follow him from a distance.

Leaving the market empty handed, she shadowed the man back to his home, and as she kept following the man, she noticed someone who has a thick beard and is counting coins in his hand.

She thought that since she is about to buy her meat with coins, she suspects that the man counting his coins is the culprit and so she shadowed him on his way home.

He eventually went back to his home...and so Hilda started to take action, and she's already late. She pulled herself over the wall and looked around, there was a shovel right outside, in the garden.

She picks it up and begins to walk over to the door.

She began to pry the door open, which is harder than she thought, having to strike it around 5 to 8 times before the door breaks, by now already in splinters.

The man clearly isn't happy with it, because who doesn't?

But she was too enraged to reason with him, with suspicions already confirmed when she saw a pack of meat and coins on his table.

"You stole my money, thinking you need it."

Then she swung the shovel over to his chest but he dodges it pretty quickly, but then he suddenly is struck by Hilda's shovel into his face, slashing a big but shallow wound on his cheek, and then being hit on the head by the shovel, dizzying him out.

Seeing as he stumbled around his living room, she went in for the kill.

As the man laid down to try to remedy his dizzying feeling, Hilda then proceeded to penetrate the shovel through his chest, penetrating it through like it's the ground, and immediately killing the man.

Seeing the carnage finally unfold as she returned to a mode of rest, she saw the brutality of her murder and quickly ran out to the man's backdoor to get away.

Frida was… at her home. she didn't do any work today as that feeling stuck with her.

Something...out there.

And she needed to find it but…. first… whatever happened to Hilda?