“Where-am-I?” Faust’s throat ached with every word as he slowly pulled his arms up to try to cover his face from the blinding light of the bulb directly pointed on his face.
He couldn’t. He was strapped tightly on the cold metal bed. He tried to loosen the straps by struggling but it’s impossible too.
What the heck happened to me? He squinted his eyes and despite the terrible ache at the back of his head, he tried to recall what had happened after he left the race.
They arrived at the orphanage within minutes after they received the call but to his surprise, not even a smoke can be seen from above.
His gut feeling told him something was off but he shook it off, worried about the kids who could be in danger.
They run to the mansion in a hurry but was appalled to see it’s not burni
