My grip on the steering tightened as I sped down the road. I had only one destination in mind as the radio blared 90’s music.
Young Ones’ Orphanage.
The place where it all started. Where I grew up, got adopted, and where my children were currently stuck.
The thought sent shivers down my spine. If all laces — of all dungeons, Lovie sent my kids to a battleground.
“… sources are currently confirming the situation, but from reports, it is clear that the building has caught fire.”
I raised an eyebrow at the radio and was about to change it when they continued.
“This is the fourth outbreak at Young Ones Orphanage in—“
My foot hit the brakes and the car pulled to a halt. For a second, not even my heartbeat could be heard.
There was… there was a fire? At the orphanage? Where do my ba
