Const Orphanage 7

In the private parking lot of Luminous Entertainment, Altair was ready. Wearing sunglasses, he drove his Mercedes G-Class towards Const Orphanage.

As a hybrid of werewolf and vampire, he bore the responsibility of eradicating Human-beasts and safeguarding the peace of the city. He possessed the ability, unique to supernatural creatures, to see the Human-beasts' mutations that ordinary humans couldn't.

Saxon had just reported to Altair that Elvira had gone to Const Orphanage. Altair remained expressionless, eyes closed until Saxon left the office. Then, he sighed and headed to the private parking lot. That young man, resembling Lorcan, would certainly meet his end in such a dangerous place. At least with him there, he could ensure Elvira's safety.

Const Orphanage was located on a small hill in the suburbs, a mere ten-minute drive away from the mountain bottom.

By the time Altair neared the destination, it was already dark. He parked the car on the hillside.

He looked up, and the lights of Const Orphanage atop the hill were on, its high cross piercing the sky.

Altair chose not to drive directly up the hill. He didn't want to alert anyone prematurely. The investors' dinner was scheduled for tomorrow, and his aim today was simply to sneak in and scout the area to ensure Elvira's safety.

There was a small grove behind Const Orphanage, offering him a point of entry. With caution, this was nothing more than a walk for him.

Altair donned a black trench coat, its tailored fit accentuating his composure and elongated figure, with the collar turned up.

It was summer, and the air was filled with the musty smell of damp moss. The woods were dense with branches and leaves, appearing as countless black hands entangled with the sky, twitching, as if in the throes of a seizure.

The mist wove through the trees, thickening, and thinning as if alive, slowly flowing, gathering, and dispersing.

Within the fog, a short figure appeared indistinctly, visible one moment and obscured the next.

Altair, with one hand in his pocket and his right eye closed, stood at the edge of the forest. The white fog seemed to dissipate automatically around him.

It must have been the girl in the white-striped dress, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders. The ghostly moonlight settled on her hair, resembling a butterfly.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the grove, and immediately, a scent of death greeted him. It was a mix of decaying bones and the wailing of despairing souls.

The girl's figure appeared now distant, now close, as if dancing under the moonlight, yet also wandering.

Altair tilted his head, following her. He sensed no malice from her, just a tortured soul who suffered in life.

Could it be that Const Orphanage was truly a place of mistreatment?

The surrounding woods were eerily silent like a dark prison holding countless sins.

Reaching the center of the grove, an atmosphere of eeriness and despair enveloped him. He closed his right eye and saw broken, despair-filled visions.

Blinding lights, bound by ropes, unable to move, the smell of disinfectant—

"Has it not been successful yet?" a man's voice echoed in the vision.

Then, the soul twisted and finally shattered.

Upon opening his eyes again, he was met with a perspective that words could not describe.

Glass doors, narrow cabinets, pallid light—

"Has it not succeeded yet?" A child's voice emerged.

Then, souls were sliced, ultimately crushed.

Upon reopening his eyes, the world had lost its color.

Countless grievances rapidly flooded into Altair's left eye, their owners wailing in pain, deprived of freedom, enduring torment. Their souls were imprisoned, their mutilated bodies buried in the earth, some even missing vital organs.

The place wasn't far from here, on the grassland behind the Orphanage's main building.

Altair, frowning, opened his right eye, circled the tree, and looked down at the freshly turned soil, squatting to grab and sniff a handful.

It was permeated with the scent of sin, of Human-beasts.

Human-beasts, are beings who, after humans engage in extreme, pure desires and harm countless of their kind, undergo physical mutations and gain powers beyond ordinary beings.

How many atrocities must have occurred here to leave the land so steeped in despair?

When a man becomes a beast, he is worse than any beast.

Altair stood up, his gaze fixing on a silhouette pausing in the distance.

"Don't worry, you will be free," he whispered a promise.

The girl did not turn around; she just vanished into the white fog.

The fog churned under the moonlight, moving rapidly as if alive, steaming incessantly, like cursed stream water rushing through the woods.

Altair took a few steps forward, hearing an ethereal singing coming from not too far away, growing clearer, and wandering through the dark forest.

The singing sounded eerily chilling, with a melody so strange that the lyrics were indistinguishable, only the scales turning sharply, resembling the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Following the sound, he saw a figure hidden in the fog. Approaching, he found a woman in a white dress sitting under a tree, combing her hair. Her hair was dark and glossy, falling to the ground like a black waterfall bathed in moonlight.

The white dress was almost transparent, with the moonlight outlining the woman's graceful figure. Her exposed hands were as white as snow.

In the wilderness, the appearance of the girl was like something out of a myth, mysterious and ethereal. Yet, Altair was unmoved by her beauty, standing expressionless before her, his gaze as cold as the ice of the far north.

Under the moonlight, her shadow appeared long and strangely shaped, as if it didn't quite match her figure.

The girl continued to sing a tune without words, her voice deep and slightly trembling. Her movements were slow and deliberate, seemingly unaware of Altair's presence, yet as if she was waiting for his interruption.

Altair stood quietly to the side, his eyes fixed on the girl.

Suddenly, her singing turned sharp and piercing, chilling like a spectral howl. She abruptly lifted her head, her hair fluttering in the air, and the face of a monkey appeared within Altair's view.