Markus
~Thirty-two years ago~
“Beautiful place, isn’t it?” Patrick commented. Indeed, it was. So calm and serene. So not my place.
Because this was the place where people refused to know how the outside world really was. Or they escaped it.
“Too bad we’re going to burn this place down,” Patrick added.
That’s right.
We were planning to negotiate with whoever was in charge here so we can build our factory. Was there someone even in charge here? Someone who controlled their…minions. Oh, well.
My eyes caught on one nun playing with the children. So happily, I felt bad. They didn’t what they would face later. They had no f*****g idea. “Such a shame,” I flatly said.
We headed to Mother Katharina; said she was the head nun here. Patrick was the one who explained everything. More like de
