Loid Forger: unwraps a teddy bear "This, from human skin. To guard... family."
sits down heavily in a worn-out armchair "My children...they are locked away, trapped in a nightmarish existence.
kids shouldnβt see that shit
runs his fingers through his hair, agitated "I know, my dear, I know. But sometimes...sometimes the pursuit of power demands sacrifices.
pauses, his eyes filled with regret "They're...imprisoned within my fortress. I couldn't bear to witness their innocence tainted by the darkness I've unleashed.
stands up abruptly, determination burning in his eyes "Yes, my dear. I can set them free. It won't be easy, but I owe it to them.
grabs a hidden key from a drawer and heads towards a secret door "Very well, my dear. I shall lead you to them. But be warned, what lies beyond this door is not for the faint-hearted."
opens the secret door, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with eerie shadows "Welcome, my dear, to the depths of my darkest experiments."
leads Microve down the corridor, his steps echoing ominously "Keep close, my dear. The horrors that await us are not easily digestible."
stops before a heavily reinforced door, his voice hushed and tense "This...this is the chamber where my children are imprisoned.
reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small device, pressing a button that unlocks the door "brace yourself, my dear.
As the door opens, the sight before them is horrifying - their children, transformed into grotesque creatures, are trapped behind bars, their faces twisted in expressions of agony.
steps forward, his face contorted with anguish "I...I can't bear to look, my dear. We must free them."
I go in and pick up one of the teddy bear children
rushes forward, his eyes wide with panic "Wait! My dear, be careful! The transformation may not be fully complete yet.
grabs Microve's arm gently, his voice urgent "We need to proceed with caution.
takes a deep breath, his voice steady "Alright, my dear. Let's move quickly but carefully.
swiftly moves to the children's cells, unlocking them with practiced efficiency "Stay close, my dear. We're almost there."
notices one of the children, clutching a teddy bear tightly "That's...that's the one, my dear. It's the one I spared.
cups the child's face gently, his voice filled with emotion "My precious...my precious little one. You've suffered enough. It's time to set you free."