The skinny man's frustration boiled over as he moved from room to room, his violent actions leaving chaos in his wake. His rampage continued unabated, with books and objects flung haphazardly to the floor. The once-orderly library was now a scene of disarray, volumes scattered like fallen soldiers in the aftermath of battle.
His exasperated cries echoed through the orphanage, a testament to his mounting aggravation. His voice rang out as he bemoaned the contents of the orphanage, his words a volatile mixture of anger and confusion. "Why is this orphanage filled with junk?"
The echoes of his outburst lingered in the dimly lit hallways, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that had pervaded moments earlier. It was clear that he was searching for something specific, something that eluded him amidst the disarray. But what that something was remained a mystery, as his frustration grew with each passing moment.
Meanwhile, Ahiro curled up like a ball still facing the wrath of a Huge man , took note of the chaos unfolding in the library. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, not when the intruders were still within the orphanage's confines. He needed to find a way to turn the situation to his advantage, to thwart their plans and ensure the safety of Miss Foster and the children.
Meanwhile on the upper floor....
The girl moved with eerie precision through the dimly lit hallways of the orphanage, her steps echoing softly in the silence. Her goal was clear: to search every bedroom, to meticulously scour each space for whatever it was she sought. Her actions were deliberate, methodical, and carried out with an unsettling determination.
In each room she entered, she wasted no time. Her gloved hands, unseen in the darkness, reached for the doorknob and turned it with utmost care, ensuring a quiet entrance. The soft creak of the door hinges was barely audible, and her movements remained stealthy as she slipped inside.
Once within, her eyes adjusted to the faint ambient moonlight that filtered through the curtains. She first turned her attention to the bed, her gloved hands deftly flipping the bedsheets, searching for hidden compartments or concealed items. She examined the mattress, running her fingers along the edges as if expecting to find a secret stash.
Next, she moved to the wardrobe, her gloved hands deftly pulling open the doors. Inside, clothes and personal belongings hung neatly arranged, a testament to the orderliness of the orphanage. But she was undeterred by the tidiness; instead, she meticulously inspected each garment, checked pockets, and even felt the fabric as if searching for a hidden clue.
Her investigation didn't stop there. She bent down, her movements fluid and purposeful, to inspect under the bed. She examined the dust bunnies that had accumulated in the corners as if hoping to find a trace of something significant.
Room by room, she repeated this meticulous process, her thoroughness unwavering. The orphanage's bedrooms, once places of comfort and solace for the children, were now subjected to her relentless scrutiny. The atmosphere was tense, each room imbued with a sense of intrusion and violation.
As she continued her search, her intentions remained shrouded in mystery. What could she be looking for with such fervor and dedication? And what significance did these seemingly ordinary bedrooms hold in the unfolding drama within the orphanage's walls? Only time would reveal the answers to these enigmatic questions.
The man's relentless quest for whatever eluded him had led him to the orphanage's kitchen. Like a hurricane tearing through a peaceful landscape, he showed no restraint as he invaded the orderly sanctum.
With each cabinet he opened, he sent pots, pans, and utensils clattering to the floor. The contents of drawers were upended, their once-neat arrangement in chaos. Boxes of rice and pulses met a similar fate as their contents spilled out, forming small mountains on the kitchen tiles.
But the man's destructive journey did not stop there. His determined hands reached for every nook and cranny, and he did not hesitate to dismantle the kitchen in his relentless search. The chaotic aftermath bore witness to his unforgiving fervor.
Finally, his attention turned to the pantry, a space that had remained hidden behind a closed door. His hand inches away from the cold metal knob.
The girl meticulously combed through the last room on the floor, her initial enthusiasm waned. She had already begun to resign herself to the possibility that their elusive objective might not be found here. However, fear fueled her every move, compelling her to complete her search thoroughly.
She proceeded with the same methodical routine, her gloved hands checking under the bed, flipping the bedsheets, and inspecting the contents of the wardrobe. Her actions were precise, yet she remained alert for any hint, any clue that might reveal their sought-after prize.
Just as she was about to give up hope in this particular room, her fingers brushed against something concealed within one of the pillows. The sensation caused her to pause, her heart quickening with newfound anticipation. Her gloved hand closed around the mysterious object, and she carefully extracted it from its hiding place, her eyes widening as she beheld what she had found.
Within the confines of the pillowcase, her gloved fingers encountered a soft, leather pouch. Curiosity and hope surged within her as she carefully opened the pouch, revealing its contents. Nestled within the folds of the leather was a gleaming silver necklace, its delicate chain catching the moonlight that filtered through the window.
The design of the necklace was exquisite and intricate, a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. The pendant at the center was fashioned in the shape of a crescent moon, adorned with tiny, sparkling gemstones that resembled stars. The moon's graceful curve seemed to capture the very essence of the night sky, and the way the gemstones glimmered cast an ethereal glow over the room.
Around the moon pendant were finely detailed engravings, depicting intricate patterns that seemed to weave a story of their own. Swirls and loops flowed seamlessly, forming an intricate tapestry that spoke of elegance and mystery. The necklace emanated an aura of both beauty and power, its design resonating with the enigmatic world that surrounded it.
As she held the necklace in her gloved hand, the girl's eyes narrowed with a mixture of fascination and realization. This was what they had been searching for—a piece of jewelry that held a significance beyond its aesthetic value. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered the possibilities, her mind racing on the possibility of rewards that they could gain from such a exclusive find.
With the necklace in her possession, she knew that their purpose here would be deemed a success. She could not believe in her she held something they had been searching for years - Lunar Celestia.
She finally said "Found it" With satisfaction in her voice she began descending down. They need to leave this place quickly and report their findings as soon as possible.