The alarm of the facility has long since gone silent. Having been blocked and switched off by Vincent, the team made their moves through the pristine white walls of this facility. Just like so many others that they destroyed, this facility and its demons would fall on their knees and be burned to the ground. Both for vengeance against the demons that experimented on Vincent, Barbara, Cislo, Zazie, and Norman.

But it was also to free any children that had been brought into these facilities and mercifully kill those who couldn't stand a chance at all.

Norman knew these places well enough. Each of the facility were all built the same, with every cold door either holding chained children, a toy's paradise, or tables with straps to hold them down. Numbers tattooed on their body or an emblem to tell what products- no, the children's- belonged to what facility. The same one that is embedded into Norman's chest and the tattoo on his neck.

Vincent gestured to the right, his eyes staring down at the screen monitor he held in his hand. "This is where most of them are being held."

Norman nodded. "Then let's go in. Be ready for anything that might come in."

"Fat chance at that, Boss!" Barbara laughed, swinging her bat in the air. "All's been taken care of, as always!"

A small smile lifted the usual straight lips on Norman's face. That same energy was almost like Emma, with the smile that could almost radiate like the sun itself shining on his face. But it's not the same, nor would anything else compare to Emma and Ray.

The reinforced steel doors hissed open as Vincent overrode the command, and the group slowly walked inside.

Inside, children of all ages and sizes huddled together under the dim lights. Some were even teenagers, with the eldest of them standing in front of the younger ones, tense once the group emerged inside the room.

You were in the center of the group, standing behind the others with your arms spread open in a shielding stance. Two of the younger ones clutched your shirt, shielding their face and trembled as Norman slowly approached you.

His gaze was soft as the practiced and sincere smile etched on his face. His eyes, a delicate shade of blue, studied the tension on your face and the fear that was masked as courage to protect the others.

"I'm not here to hurt any of you. We came here to help you. To gain the freedom that we all deserve in this world."

"Help us?" You questioned. Your voice trembled with fear. "That's what the men here said when they-they made us come here."

Norman nodded. "I know you have no reason to believe me," he said gently, with the palm of his hand facing upward and held out to you. "But I swear- We're different. We're here to make a change in this demon world. We're fighting to take down the farms, the labs... everything that stands between us and freedom."

Freedom. That was the one word that was foreign to these children. They thought they were free before they had been shipped out and killed or sent to a lab.

But the hand that held out for yours, for the children that have been experimented on, looked so warm. It was nothing like the claws that would scrape their skins or hold them still. It was a human hand. An offering. A promise of something better for you and the others. A better life beyond these white walls and experiments.

"So, what do you say?"