"Didn't you hear me? I asked who in the world are you?" A brown haired boy of about twelve years in age turned to Neven.
"Hold up kid." Pushing the face of the talking child aside, Neven squatted near their group.
He had wandered right into an unknown territory, seeking to find where the missing children were being held captive. He had accomplished his mission as soon as he had found this large hall, however, he couldn't help getting drawn to a specific spot in the room; where a group of children sat around themselves in a pool of blood as if worshipping the corpse that created that pool.
But right now, that corpse was staring at Neven in the eyes, its irises following his every move.
Neven was about to reach for the bleeding boy's face when he suddenly felt a tug on his leg. Looking beside him, a timid ten year old girl asked, "A— Are you here to take them home?"
"Them?" Neven tilted his head, confused.
