Only the Old Gods can tear open a gap in the world where they live.
The white-haired little girl is an honest child, she has hinted enough.
She smiled and reached out her left hand to him.
At the instant of touching the palm, countless fragments about the laboratory flickered before his eyes, like a movie sped up a thousand times.
This is not his memory.
Everything that happened in the laboratory overturned the story presented in "Scarlet"'s memory of the company boss and comatose daughter. He watched, from the perspective of a test subject, batches of children being sent into the lab, brought into the operating room, their states weakening day by day until disappearing completely.
The researchers' lies told that those missing children were sent out of the lab, being raised by good families, living affluent lives.
In reality, every late night the researchers would pile the bodies covered with white cloth together and take them to places unknown for disposal.
