Chapter 103. A Visitor Arrives.

It's quiet when the guards are done.

I watch with a mixture of frustration and detachment as the guards swiftly but carefully package the bodies of the destitute children, needless forms now mere specimens to be disposed of.

I can practically smell the metallic stench of blood, the once clear floor now splattered with crimson stains.

My jaw tightens as I observe the grim scene unfolding before me on the security monitors.

This was not how things were supposed to go. We had carefully monitored their reactions, and yet somehow, the etc – the failures- had slipped through our fingers.

I lean forward in my chair, my brow furrowing as I study the gruesome tableau.

The guards move with practised efficiency, their movements clinical and detached as they zip the bodies into the black body bags.

I can't help but notice the way the fabric clings to the contours of their small, fragile frames.

A muscle in my jaw twitches as I recall the hours of planning, the meticulous data collection, and t