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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Ayshe and her wolves, Gillian, Zack, and Oliver, prowled inside the dimly lit monitor room, surrounded their prey.
"On your knees, Peter Ratri." Oliver commanded, his gun leveled at the cornered man.
attended to the wounded Vincent, applying makeshift bandages and offering words of reassurance. As the group scattered to handle the restrained captives left behind by Peter's henchmen, Ninelie and her companions pressed forward, determined to confront Peter
The unruly crowd swiftly bound Peter, forcing him to his knees. The premium children, their expressions stern, formed a formidable front before him.
"You lose." declared Norman.
Peter responded with a sly smile, bursting into laughter, "How stupid. What will you gain from killing me?" he taunted, "Even if I lose – you still have no escape route and no chance of winning."
"No need to worry, thank you very much." Gillian chimed in.
"We disabled the system again," Emma added. "The only issue that remains is you. No one can come and save you."
"No one can come and save me? All that's left is me? Let's see," He interrupted, "I think you kids are forgetting something."
Ray sensed an unseen presence behind him and swiftly turned around. To his surprise, a group of armed women had silently positioned themselves, with Ninelie aiming at those behind Peter, "Why are they...?"
Vincent, gritting his teeth in pain, "They were able to unlock the doors?"
Amidst the echoing footsteps, a familiar silhouette emerged from the shadows. It was none other than Isabella herself, a cunning smile playing on her lips as she pointed a gun menacingly at them.
"Mama," Ninelie whispered.
"Was it fun outside, my dear children?" Isabella's voice dripped with amusement, "You've destroyed everything. You fought and fought. But no matter how much you resist, it still ends up this way. You didn't learn your lesson. And this is the result."
Ninelie grinned at Isabella, "Yeah."
Isabella, savoring the moment, shifted her gaze toward Peter, "All of you did splendidly. A perfect score for everyone."
"Huh?" Peter's confusion was palpable as he rose to his feet, only to falter when he saw the guns now trained on him. Gritting his teeth, anger etched across his face, he accused, "You betrayed me, Isabella!"
Isabella nodded sagely, her tone cold and composed, "Yes. Isn't it obvious?"
As her words sank in, his eyes widened, and he instinctively took a step back, a perplexed expression etched across his face, "What...?"
