When Snow Leonhart woke up, he found himself lying in bed.
He slowly touched his face, then glanced down at his clothes.
They were perfectly clean.
Everything seemed normal.
As if what he had witnessed had been nothing more than a dream—a terrible dream.
But that trembling, that pain in his chest...
That fear... it had been far too real.
"I saw my world collapse before my eyes."
Snow muttered as he hugged himself tightly.
The image of the blood-soaked Director still haunted his mind.
The man whom everyone called Father... had been a monster who devoured the flesh of the very children who called him that.
That truth alone made Snow consider running—escaping as far away as possible.
But… to where?
They were prisoners in the place they called home.
The dove on his pendant looked just like him.
He was like that dove .. a dove trapped inside an iron cage, with nothing to do but wait… wait for death.
With thoughts like those, the days went by.
