Yosefka Orphanage should never have existed in the Empire's lands to begin with.
The fact it had lasted this long was a miracle in itself.
The strange truth at the time… was that Yosefka wasn't the only one. It had merely been a branch—one among many, part of a far greater organization.
The place Snow had lived in was just a single piece of it.
A few days before his escape…
"This facility's been discovered. The Empire will attack any moment now. Wrap things up and evacuate immediately."
That was what the Director had said before leaving—just like always.
He left behind only Annalise, along with the remaining staff who worked within those walls.
And now… here they were.
The flames devoured the orphanage without pause.
Snow ran straight into the fire, enduring the searing heat as he gasped for breath.
The deeper he went, the more charred corpses he found.
Children and adults alike.
Bodies burned beyond recognition, soaked in fire and blood.
