Chapitre 120: Harvest (Part 1)

Aberdeen City, 20 years prior

"Hungwy…" Four-and-a-half-year-old Althea mumbled, her huge emerald eyes looking around to see if there were any changes in her surroundings. 

She was in a big, big, concrete room with no one around. There were windows, but they were so high up, as high as three Garans standing on top of each other. 

The reddish sunlight was filtering through these high and broken windows, casting soft beams of light into her dusty surroundings, and into her tearing eyes. 

The air was thick with echoes and creepy reverberations where the only sounds she could hear were her own footsteps and calls. 

It was…. scary. She didn't like scary things. 

Her tiny arms were clutched on the small puppy stuffed toy Garan bought for her a few days prior, her little heart asking for comfort. 

She had been here since forever, but there was no sign of Garan.