"This is covered in blood. Without a doubt, these are the tools they used to cripple those children."
"...And over here, this iron rod... it's already got a layer of clotted blood on it."
"This stone... this stone, too..."
After making the arrests, the captain led a search of the main hideout and found a room reeking of blood.
Without a doubt, it was the place where they crippled the children.
The floor and walls were covered in bloodstains, layers that had dried only to be soaked anew. The walls were mottled with flecks of blood, and there were scratch marks, likely from children clawing at the walls, unable to endure the pain.
Each and every mark told a story of the blood and tears shed by the children who suffered here.
The captain had seen it all—countless gruesome scenes far bloodier than this. Yet, standing in that small room, he nearly threw up.
"This is barbaric. How could they... be so cruel..."
"These animals deserve the death penalty! All of them!"
