"Are those… baby cribs?"
He muttered, eyebrows knitting together.
Indeed, stretching out before them was an entire hall filled with cribs—dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of them, packed tightly into the dimly lit space.
Babies? In a place like this?
The sight was wildly out of place. Evan's mind spun, trying to piece together an explanation, but every thought that surfaced left him wishing he hadn't even begun to imagine it.
"Why the hell are there baby cribs in this place?"
As the words left his mouth, he turned toward Artemisia and Beatrix, however, the moment their eyes fell on the cribs, their expressions darkened.
"I had a guess on what this place was…but now that I've seen irrefutable proof that my guess was correct, I don't feel so good about it."
Beatrix's voice broke the heavy silence, her tone low, filled with unease.
"Guess? About what?"