The Little Girl at the Orphanage

Following your shadow, setting sail from a lost world, all the way to the end of the deep sea...

Seele, Bronya... has come to find you!

"Creak~"

Bronya carefully pushed open the gates of the abandoned orphanage. When she cautiously stepped inside on her slender legs clad in white stockings, she found that although it was still daytime... the orphanage was not very well lit. She could only barely make things out.

Seeing the light switch beside her, Bronya instinctively flipped it, only to find that nothing happened. She did not mind. This city had long been abandoned, so naturally its power supply had been cut off long ago as well.

She was only trying it on a whim!

Holding Fafnir Flame, Bronya walked deeper inside step by step. Her shoes made soft clicking sounds against the floor. Though they were not loud... in the silent orphanage, they stood out sharply.

She headed toward the nearest room. The moment she turned the corner... Bronya saw the wall covered in coagulated blood. It was a horrifying sight.

Bronya looked around. She intended to go to the room where the plea for help had come from. Though she felt that after so long... whoever had called out might already be dead, Bronya still wanted to see for herself.

After finding the stairs leading upstairs, Bronya quickly made her way over. As she began climbing... she found quite a few terrifying-looking corpses scattered across the steps.

A trace of sorrow could not help but surface in Bronya's eyes as she looked at the bodies.

Most of them were children about the same age as her. In particular, Bronya saw the body of a little girl who was not even ten years old. One of her arms had been severed, making Bronya think