Chapter 408 Unthinkable Consequences

• Terror flooded Evelyn's eyes, the memory so vivid it eclipsed the safety of the present. Her slight frame shook, teeth clicking audibly in the hush of the ward. Stephanie reached out and skimmed her fingers through the girl's tangled hair, the touch light as a falling feather, yet it carried a promise far sturdier than words. A strange warmth seeped into Evelyn's chest. The vast, crushing dread loosened its grip just enough for her to breathe, and she managed a shaky nod, ready to go on.
• "I never learned what they pumped into us," she whispered. "When I finally woke up... I was lying in a mass grave."
• A muscle worked in Stephanie's jaw. She understood now—Evelyn had survived by sheer chance; the rest of those children had almost certainly perished. The cruelty of experimenting on infants and children left no doubt. Only one group was depraved enough for that—the Dark Skeleton Organization.