Where is the green fluid? Where is the smell of burning flesh I experienced in the orphanage?
The orphanage was grim and terrifying even from the outside—but this place? It's heaven on earth.
And that exact… that absolute perfection… is what made my stomach tighten with real, primal fear.
Stupid criminals hide their crimes in dark alleys and abandoned warehouses (like Thorn and Miller).
But the real devils? The devils led by the Six Voiders? They hide their slaughterhouses directly beneath the feet of angels.
They wrap hell in white marble and warm smiles.
I moved forward with heavy steps, dragging my feet with practiced acting skill, toward the massive circular reception desk.
There was a young receptionist with neatly tied brown hair and hazel eyes overflowing with compassion.
When she saw me approaching—my pale face and apparent weakness—she immediately stood up and placed her hands on the glass desk.
