The two quietly hid in the storage room on the second floor, waiting in silence.
While setting things up, they had paid attention to every detail in the house, including the hairs caught in the wardrobe and the tracks on the floor.
They had even changed into the filthy, stinking clothes taken from the corpses in the ogre's storage room.
It was to keep their own scent from giving them away.
About ten minutes later.
Accompanied by a woman's scream, the door creaked open, and an adult ogre entered. Its bloodstains had already dried, and its filthy black clothes had stiffened into clumps.
Alex, whom it had captured, was tucked under its arm.
Alex looked despairing. The ogre did not appear particularly strong, but the force in its arm was like steel rebar.
She had barely managed to escape, only to be brought into its lair. This time, she probably could not be saved.
Because when she had been captured, the last thing she saw was the four people standing where they were, including the police officer who had stirred a faint flutter in her heart before.
No one was coming to save her!
Of course. Once they had enough gold, enough wealth, who would care about an ordinary woman like her? She was already hopeless.
When people fell into despair, they did not simply give up—they wanted to take something with them.
So she kept struggling against the ogre, then the instant it entered the room, she bit down hard at its arm.
But she missed.
Enraged, the ogre lowered its head and looked at the woman's body, remembering its child, who had just been killed and was still lying in the jungle.
The thought of having another child immediately rose in its mind.
It pinned Alex to the