Lost Friends

Marcus walked through the quiet streets of the city, his mind racing with the events of the previous night. The confrontation with Dr. Halvar, the horrific discovery in the lab, and the frail elven child he had rescued weighed heavily on his mind. He had brought her to the orphanage run by Dr. Niwrad, hoping she would be safe there. Now, he needed to check on her and ensure she was recovering.

The orphanage stood at the end of a narrow street, its stone facade weathered but sturdy. Marcus pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of old wood and antiseptic greeting him. The hallways were lined with drawings and photos, remnants of happier times.

As he made his way through the orphanage, he overheard a hushed conversation between two staff members.

"Jasper has returned," one whispered.

"Shhhhh, we aren't supposed to say anything about her anymore," the other replied urgently.