The orphanage door creaks open. The stench of decay hits you like a wave. Broken toys scatter across the floor, and blood stains the wallpaper. You hear the faint echo of dripping water — and then, beneath it, a muffled sob.

You follow the sound to a half-open hatch in the floor. A small light flickers below.

“H–hello?” a voice trembles. “Please… don’t come closer if you’re one of them.”

You kneel, flashlight aimed downward. “I’m not,” you say softly. “It’s okay. I’m here to help.”

Slowly, a girl emerges — her golden hair dirty, her eyes wide with fear. “My name’s Katherine,” she whispers. “They… they said they’d come back for me.”

You glance toward the shattered windows above — gunfire and sirens in the distance. “No one’s coming back,” you tell her. “But I will.”

She nods, her lip trembling, and takes your hand.