The boy brought them to an isolated room on the third floor of the building. It was a refurbished and quickly scrapped together office and logistic room.
A strange thing was how few were in the room, around eight children besides the "leader", and the room had space to spare, even with the bookshelves and table.
The writing on the walls painted a worse light on their survival.
'I guess many of your logisticians died.' On the outside, the room's door rested on the wall.
The door was ripped apart from its hinges and mangled. Many would think it was out of a nightmare, but as someone who was inside one, Ellianor could confirm that this was one of the worst things he had seen.
The boy sat on the main table in the room, while he gestured at one chair at the other end of the table, for one of the black-haired duo to sit.
"I'm sorry about the callous… reception, but we do not have much to welcome your lot properly. Not even morale."
