"Are those kids?!"
Slater’s eyes dilated, catching sight of some women, but mostly children, inside. It seemed all of them were sedated, as they were sleeping in various positions. A few were awake, but they just stared up at him, their dark eye bags and barely evident life a stark contrast.
Slater instinctively moved the lantern for a better look, but just as he did, a small hand suddenly grabbed him. With her tiny arm, she was able to reach out.
"Please, no more." Suddenly, a gaunt face pressed against the metal bars. "My little sister can’t breathe anymore—please, get us out of here!"
Slater’s eyes widened, staring at the child’s gaunt face, one eye badly bruised.
"Hey!" one of the guards yelled, marching forward. "This kid really—"
As the guard moved closer, the little girl kept muttering to Slater, not letting him go. Before Slater could say anything, a baton struck the child’s arm.
"Ah!" Her yelp faded as the baton also hit the metal bar, producing a sharp metallic noise. She quickly drew her hand inside, holding her arm, her eyes fixed on the man who had struck her.
The man hissed once more, clicking his tongue irritably. However, he didn’t bother with her anymore as he faced Slater.
"You—aren’t you listening?!" he raised his voice, annoyed. "I told you to keep your distance!"
Slater gulped, his eyes discreetly falling to the little girl.
"I’m sorry," he said, though his words felt more for her than for the man. At the same time, he faced the guard. "I was just checking, making sure—orders."
"Tch." The man scowled. "You done? If so, then leave."
Slater darted his gaze at the two men, then nodded. With that, the man stepped aside and gestured for him to walk away first. He glanced at the cells over his shoulder before he started marching out.
But just as Slater reached the second guard who was standing beside him, he paused.
"What are you doing?" asked the first guard. "Keep walking."
"Right," Slater breathed out, slowly turning around to face them. "I forgot to tell you..."
The rest of his words died in his throat as he studied the two men. After a deep breath, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes appeared on his face.
"...I have something else to do."
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