In the Girls' Dormitory, Silent Father leafed through a newspaper.
Suddenly, his vision blurred.
The contents of the newspaper gradually vanished, leaving only the words "Thank you."
"Has it been resolved already?"
A muffled voice emerged from inside his thick motorcycle helmet.
The sky grew darker and more oppressive, and the air felt clammy as the humidity continued to rise.
Silent Father switched on his flashlight and looked around the girls' room, its walls spotted with mold. Before he could study it for more than a few seconds, the slap of slippers sounded in the corridor.
His body trembled slightly.
Without a doubt, the same image that had appeared in the Observer's mind arose in his own.
A little girl in pink pajamas with spaghetti straps was humming a song, skipping merrily down the debris-strewn corridor with a doll in her hand.
In the silent Girls' Dormitory, the sight was utterly terrifying.
"Don't look at the baby, don't look at the baby..."
Silent Father did not hide beneath the bed. Based on the Observer's earlier experience, he was certain that as long as he did not see that she had a child, he would not trigger her aberration.
He picked up a tattered sheet. The moment the girl opened the door, Silent Father lunged forward, wrapped up the baby before she could react, and swept it into his arms.
The baby cried inside the sheet, but Silent Father ignored it, keeping his eyes fixed on the girl.
The girl froze. She looked down at her empty hands, then raised her head, her wounded face lighting up with excitement at the man before her.
"Dad, what are you doing here? It's not the weekend. Did you come to see me early? I think it's been three months since we last saw