After their successful prison escape, Ray, Emma, and the other Grace Field children above the age of five venture out into the new world that they know nothing about.
✦ What will they possibly encounter in this world ruled by demons - and demons alo...
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Marcellus couldn't contain his glee as he clasped his hands together, his excitement palpable in the room. Standing in the background, Smee watched with a hint of trepidation as the scene unfolded. The two children, Norman and Ninelie, sat opposite each other, engrossed in a chess match that seemed locked in an eternal stalemate. An air of tension and silence permeated the room, both of them aware that every move they made was closely scrutinized by the ever-watchful doctors.
The girl leaned back in her chair, her sigh breaking the silence as the chessboard's pieces remained locked in a precarious balance. Their ongoing chess games served as a diversion, a façade to distract their captors. Meanwhile, Smee covertly arranged explosives throughout the laboratory, ensuring they were ready to make their move.
Norman broke the silence, a small, genuine smile gracing his face as he looked at Ninelie. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"
Ninelie nodded in agreement, her eyes flickering with a mix of resignation and determination. "Yeah. I've been wanting to get some fresh air." Her fingers hovered over the queen chess piece, finally clenching it with a resolute grip.
The boy mirrored her resolve as he held the king piece in his hand. "Today will be our last stay."
Ninelie met Norman's gaze, her smile suggesting a plan. "So we should at least make it memorable." With a subtle application of force, she snapped the queen piece in two.
On the opposite side of the surveillance room, Marcellus furrowed his brows, his curiosity piqued. He strained to listen, but an eerie silence enveloped him.
"What's happening? Why can't I hear their voices?" The head doctor leaned in, his eyes fixed on the monitor, where the two children on the other end stared back at him with a haunting, unwavering gaze that sent shivers down his spine.
Suddenly, a series of deafening explosions rocked the laboratory, their concussive blasts echoing through the facility. Amid the chaos, Smee seized the opportunity to incapacitate Marcellus, ensuring the doctor couldn't raise an alarm or intervene as the young fugitives executed their daring escape plan.
With Marcellus incapacitated, Smee swiftly made his way to the room where Norman and Ninelie were confined. He deftly unlocked the door, but as it swung open, the room's lights began to flicker, casting an ominous crimson glow throughout the laboratory. It was evident that the situation had already reached the attention of the higher-ups. Without wasting a moment, Smee motioned for Norman and Ninelie to follow him, and together, they bolted from the room, their footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridor.
As they raced through the labyrinthine hallways, their escape route intersected with Vincent's path. The tension in the air was palpable, a sense of urgency driving their every step.
