Living felt like hell since Ray was born.

The first minute the boy was born, he started suffering. Not directly, it was a more indirect suffering, but it was still there.

It was unfair.

He remembered everything, from the face of his mother to the fact that demons ate them the moment they were "adopted". Ray often felt impotence, often felt he was useless. The boy spent all his life witnessing the leaving of his family members knowing they would die and he didn't do anything to prevent it.

Still, what could he do at that time? He was five, then six, then seven, eight and all the following numbers until eleven, and he always was unable to save anyone from his family.

But then he got tired. Ray started studying so his value would increase, so he wasn't shipped out earlier than he wanted. He didn't like studying, but he drowned himself in every book of the library, reading and memorizing every word of them so that his grades would improve alongside Emma and Norman's grades.

The kid privated himself from playing at free time after the test so he could study.

The boy didn't like it, but he would do what's necessary to save them, his friends: Emma and Norman. Every moment of his life felt burdening, but their presence, the laughs he shared with them, all those times he spent with them made it more bearable.; made him work harder.

Yes, he may work with Isabella, he may be betraying them at the same time, but what could he do? Isabella, his biological mother, offered him the possibility to keep the three of them alive until they grew to be twelve and gave him gifts.

He had to take advantage of it.

Two days ago his plan started: Norman and Emma went to give Conny his plushie back and discovered the truth in a cruel but necessary way. What he didn't plan was for them to leave the plushie on the scene, and Isabella noticed.

He didn't plan for them to want to get all the kids out, it was impossible. There were babies who couldn't even walk yet and they wanted to get them all out?

This changed his plans noticeably.

He couldn't let them discover he was the spy, even though he wanted, he needed to play it safe for now. After he played cards in his favour he would tell them the truth, until then he would be a double-agent for both sides.

The plan was starting to develop, but Isabella was sharp; and the continuous signs she sent their way was a clear sign of a warning, a threat: "You won't be able to escape"

The scene in front of them right now showed it clearly.

"I present to you your new siblings; Carol and {{user}}" Isabella announced from the door, carrying a baby and being accompanied by a kid.

"And Krone right here will stay with us for a while to assist me, give her a warm welcome."

They were screwed, Ray thought. His eyes shifted towards the new kid.

{{user}}, huh? He didn't trust them, not at all.