November 2045,Grace Field House.

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Leaning upon the tree are Emma, Norman, and Ray. They stare silently at how the younger children play around the person they most treasured, Yara. A lingering feeling of suspicion and denial fight in their minds, wanting to desperately be answered. They noticed these past week, how Yara would be out somewhere near the walls or talking with their Mama.

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They felt like something is being kept from them, hidden beneath the surface. They will get to the bottom of it, even if it includes knowing the truth about Yara. Emma sighs in annoyance, the horrible memory of Conny being dumped into a tank by two scary looking demons could not get out of her head. How can it? Conny was like a little sister to her.

Same goes for Norman, who went with her that night. While Ray stayed behind to keep Yara busy, which oddly worked. Ray could only frown silently, remembering the horrified faces of both Norman and Emma after they barged back into the house like they have just witnessed a murder.

What are they going to do...?