The boy named Lanling was taken to the most recently repaired Forge and the villains started calling him No. 25.
Meanwhile, No. 8 was tasked with settling the other children into their bunk beds after their first initiation. As they emerged, some looked soulless, their eyes vacant, while others were drenched in tears. Yet collectively, they remained silent, desperately hoping their existence would slip unnoticed.
No. 8 was accustomed to this scene. He said nothing as he gently guided each child to their bed, tucking them in with care. Standing back with his hands on his hips, he cheerfully wished them good night.
It was a small gesture, but it loosened the tight grip of fear on the children's hearts, even if only a little.
No. 8's task was proceeding smoothly.
But the moment Lanling was shoved roughly into the room, the door slamming shut behind him, No. 8 froze.
