Missing girl found in the woods

Perla Alison left her home in Santa Martha Acatitla with a few coins and a simple request: permission to buy candy. That ordinary moment was the last time her family saw her alive.

Hours turned into days as a nationwide Amber Alert spread her name and face across Mexico, while neighbors and citizen groups searched streets, lots, and alleys in desperate hope.

Hope ended near the Constitución de 1917 metro station, where a neighbor, drawn by a foul odor from an abandoned building, called 911.

Police sealed off the vacant lot; forensic experts from the Mexico City Attorney General’s Office recovered the body of the missing minor.

Authorities confirmed signs of violence and opened a femicide investigation, amid indications of prior abuse. As the autopsy seeks to define the cause of death,

the community is left demanding justice, safety, and an end to the terror that stole Perla’s life.

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