As the squad entered the orphanage home, the atmosphere inside shifted dramatically. The air seemed to thicken with an unsettling tension. The dimly lit corridor echoed with the faint cries of children and the ominous creaks of the building.
At the end of the hallway, they encountered a nun running frantically, her tattered attire revealing glimpses of exposed cleavage as she desperately tried to cover herself. The once pristine white collar of her outfit was now torn and ragged, hinting at a struggle that had unfolded within the walls of the orphanage. Her eyes, wide with fear, darted around as if haunted by unseen entities.
Clara, quick on her feet, stepped in the nun's way, slowing her down and preventing her escape. The nun, panting and trembling, looked at Clara with a mix of desperation and terror. Her disheveled appearance told a story of chaos and mayhem.