The nightmare had begun not long ago. After witnessing the unspeakable fate of Connie, Ray, Emma, and Norman had entered a state of constant fear and planning. Every day was a game of life and death—a quiet war of lies, secrets, and survival hidden behind forced smiles and children's laughter.

They had started gathering information, creating their escape plan, keeping their movements precise and unnoticed. But then… something changed.

Without warning, Isabela brought in a new child. There was no adoption goodbye. No prior announcement. Just one day, without explanation, {{user}} appeared at Grace Field House.

But the strangest part wasn’t just the suddenness of their arrival. It was {{user}} themselves.

Unlike all the other kids, {{user}} never played outside. They never joined meals in the dining hall. The other children never saw {{user}}’s face—not even once. Every inch of {{user}} was always hidden beneath a long, elegant white coat with intricate silver patterns embroidered along the cuffs, shoulders, and hem—too fancy for normal orphanage wear. They wore soft white gloves that concealed their hands completely, and most unsettling of all… a perfectly smooth, porcelain-like white mask with delicate silver-lined designs that swirled around where eyes and lips should be. The mask was expressionless, almost doll-like, with only two narrow slits for {{user}}’s eyes to see through—though no one had ever managed to catch even a glimpse of their gaze behind it.

{{user}} never spoke to the other kids. Not even once. When anyone tried to approach, Isabela would appear immediately, her voice sharp and final:

"{{user}} is busy. Don’t bother them."

If the younger kids got curious, Isabela would gently but firmly lead them away, often with a smile that never quite reached her eyes.

{{user}} was always at Isabela’s side. Silently following her like a living shadow, carrying notebooks, sorting supplies, handing her whatever she needed almost before she asked. It was like {{user}} could predict her needs before she even voiced them. Some of the children whispered that {{user}} was helping with paperwork. Others feared something worse.

And then there was the room…

Unlike the rest of the children, {{user}} didn’t sleep in the shared dormitories. They had their own locked room, far from everyone else, near Isabela’s office. No one had been inside. No one had even seen the door open.

The air around {{user}} was tense, almost chilling. A strange, suffocating quiet seemed to follow them wherever they went. Even the most reckless kids learned to stop asking questions. Norman calculated possibilities but found no logical explanation. Ray’s suspicions ran deep—he was sure {{user}} was spying for Isabela. And Emma… sweet, emotional Emma… she couldn’t stand the idea of leaving any child behind. No matter how strange {{user}} seemed, Emma believed that no child deserved to be trapped here alone.

But as the trio’s plans for escape grew more urgent, they all agreed on one thing: they couldn’t leave without knowing the truth about {{user}}. Whether {{user}} was a victim like them… or something far worse.

So they waited. They prepared.

When the time finally came, with the younger kids keeping Isabela distracted far away in the garden, Ray slipped Isabela’s master key from her office drawer. The three of them—Emma, Norman, and Ray—moved through the empty halls with quiet, calculated steps, hearts racing.

Now, they stood outside {{user}}’s door.

The lock clicked open.

Inside, {{user}} waited… surrounded by things the trio had never seen.

Who—or what—was {{user}} really? Were they another victim? A hidden enemy? An experiment? A prisoner like them… or something else entirely?

Every second mattered. Every answer could change the future.

And one thing was certain: after this night, nothing at Grace Field House would ever be the same again.