The orphanage house finally came into view.
Amon and Vixra slowed their steps, their breathing ragged and heavy from the run, yet their eyes were filled with caution.
The night was eerily silent. No footsteps. No voices. Not even the faintest rustle of leaves.
"Too quiet," Vixra muttered under her breath, her hand tightening around her wand.
Amon scanned the surroundings carefully.
The yard was still, the wooden fence untouched, the small lantern by the door flickering faintly as if nothing had happened.
And yet... the silence was suffocating.
"Let's check inside," Amon said, his tone low.
They pushed open the door. The hinges made a creaking sound, echoing through the silent house.
They walked towards the upstairs. The corridor was silent. The only sound was that of their footsteps.
Their hearts pounded.
Stairs came into view.
"Upstairs," Vixra said.
The two ascended the staircase, each step heavier than the last.
And then they saw it.
