The sun sank below the horizon as a pair of Vergessene brothers emerged from a dense forest. Axel fixed his white cap and brushed off some leaves that managed to fall on his shoulders.
When the young murderer looked up, he immediately froze in his place. His mouth hung open loosely, trying to take the huge white building in front of him.
The building was tall, but not too tall to overcome the looming trees around it. The wall was clean and had no cracks. One of the windows was patched up, it was as if someone broke down the window lately.
Despite the fact that the building looked neat and new, it was still empty and looked abandoned. There was a dread feeling lingering in Axel's throat as he watched. Something in the back of his mind was screaming for something dangerous, but he quickly brushed it off.
Kiaran grinned behind his mask upon seeing Axel's surprised eyes. Spreading his hand, he turned around and faced his little brother.
