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Chapter 953: A Dangerous Place?
Chapter 953: A Dangerous Place?
"We're all going to die?" Charlotte said, grabbing her own shoulders as a shiver went through her body, urging her to turn back.
She had to get out of here; it couldn't be a coincidence, not when her life was already on the line.
"Wait, sister!" the little boy said, sucking his thumb. "It's okay... the woman is... the woman is... her brain, not 100 percent?"
The little boy turned to Sunder, who had jumped out of bed and patted the kid on the head.
"He means that Tithiny there has gone through a lot. She has good and bad spells, and right now she's going through a bad one. She has her own story as to how she ended up here," Sunder said. "As do I," he added, pointing to his own eye.
"My name is Harper," the little boy said, pointing proudly to his chest.
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, and being able to talk to the others settled her down a little. Bending down to Harper's eye level, she smiled.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Charlotte."
Sunder introduced himself and then went on to introduce the other two in the room. The man in the back wasn't much of a talker; his name was Byon.
Byon gave a brief wave before staring back out the window, and Sunder advised it was best to try speaking with Tithiny later, as it wasn't a good time right now.
Eventually, Charlotte started talking with little Harper and Sunder, picking a bed next to the two of them. They talked about the church and how long they had been there.
Harper was just a kid who had lost his parents, an orphan wandering the streets until the church took him in. Currently, the religion was trying to find someone willing to adopt him, as they didn't have an orphanage in town, and it wasn't the kind of place one was meant to stay long-term.
"Wait, why can't they just look after Harper until he's older? I mean, they say they take people in all the time," Charlotte asked.
"Charlotte was so happy today when I gave her food... maybe I should get some more!" Harper thought.
He turned around and decided to head to the kitchen. He spotted a basket of bread left out, but it was out of his reach.
So he pulled a chair over and started to climb, eventually grabbing a few pieces of bread. With a smile on his face, he walked out of the kitchen, ready to head back to the room again. When he entered the hall a second time, he heard something strange.
"Is it from outside?" Harper thought.
He followed the strange muffled noises, and when he got closer, he realized they were coming from the staircase-the one that led downstairs.
"Harper doesn't like this... it's too scary... I want to go back now!" Harper whispered as he turned, only to bump into a soft piece of cloth.
"Harper!" Carl said with a smile. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
Harper felt embarrassed, realizing he had taken food from the kitchen when he wasn't
supposed to.
Seeing this, Carl began to tut.
"You know, Harper, it's not good to take things that aren't yours. Bad people need to be punished."
Carl lifted his leg and forcefully kicked Harper straight in the stomach.
Harper's legs lifted off the ground, and the bread he was holding scattered across the floor.
Harper could only see the smile on Carl's face as he fell into darkness, his pieces of bread left scattered on the floor.