C313 SAVING THE CHILDREN

The air inside the Blood Farm didn't just smell like rot—it smelled like forgotten hope. Aria moved through the rows of beds, her heart feeling like it was being squeezed by a cold hand. Every time she saw a small face or a pair of hollow eyes, she felt a fresh wave of pain.

"I can't breathe in here," Aria whispered. The walls felt like they were closing in.

Elara put a hand on her shoulder