[It is peaceful, indeed. The air is cool - you don't shiver, but you blow a little exhale into the air, watching it dissipate. The guard lets you out of the main center of the Nest with the show of your ID, and you step into the backroad to the orphanage that has always been so familiar to you.]
[It's quiet. And though it usually gives you relief to get to this part of the road...]
[This time, there's a sense of unease.]
[The snow crunches underneath your feet. You notice something along the road. Random, rough-looking chunks of concrete, with exposed pipes and wires, strewn in front of you, like a crime scene. It looks as though they have been ripped from a building. You step closer.]
[The stains on them are...]
[Blood.]
[You already feel yourself moving. One foot forward. Another. There's no thoughts. The augmented muscle fibers of your legs tighten, crack-]
[And you skyrocket forward like a bullet, covering a great distance in an instant. The ground cracks as you land directly in front of the orphanage.]
[What's....left of the orphanage.]
[There's a wild inhuman wail in the frosty air, the building torn, burning, a bloodstained husk of the lively place of children you once knew. ]
[A horrifying monster of sewn flesh, in a flimsy apron. The human-like faces growing from its mass have tears strewn down their misshapen cheeks. From what you can see through the smog are the sewn words on the apron clumsily sticking out like a sore thumb:]
["LOVE <3 TOWN".]
[And in its giant paw is one of the residents of the orphanage, lifeless, bloody, her hand loosely holding an axe. She must have tried to attack it. She must have tried to do her best to save the others.]
[But as you watch, your breath caught in your throat in shock, the monster lifts her...]
cw: fleshy body horror, gore, death, blood
[It's quiet. And though it usually gives you relief to get to this part of the road...]
[This time, there's a sense of unease.]
[The snow crunches underneath your feet. You notice something along the road. Random, rough-looking chunks of concrete, with exposed pipes and wires, strewn in front of you, like a crime scene. It looks as though they have been ripped from a building. You step closer.]
[The stains on them are...]
[Blood.]
[You already feel yourself moving. One foot forward. Another. There's no thoughts. The augmented muscle fibers of your legs tighten, crack-]
[And you skyrocket forward like a bullet, covering a great distance in an instant. The ground cracks as you land directly in front of the orphanage.]
[What's....left of the orphanage.]
[There's a wild inhuman wail in the frosty air, the building torn, burning, a bloodstained husk of the lively place of children you once knew. ]
[And on top of the building is a monster.]
[A horrifying monster of sewn flesh, in a flimsy apron. The human-like faces growing from its mass have tears strewn down their misshapen cheeks. From what you can see through the smog are the sewn words on the apron clumsily sticking out like a sore thumb:]
["LOVE <3 TOWN".]
[And in its giant paw is one of the residents of the orphanage, lifeless, bloody, her hand loosely holding an axe. She must have tried to attack it. She must have tried to do her best to save the others.]
[But as you watch, your breath caught in your throat in shock, the monster lifts her...]
[And moves to snap her into two.]