People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Beside him, a tall figure wielding a giant blade slowly appeared.

Two small deer antlers are stuck into the familiar triangular helmet.

"Even though I've seen it once before, this look... is still a bit hard to get used to."

Suren stared at the antlers on the triangular helmet, utterly helpless and speechless.

With a swift movement, he vanished from his spot.

"boom!"

Almost instantly, a miniature missile struck the spot where he had just been standing, blasting the road into pieces.

"A swift and decisive victory."

Suren's icy voice rang out above the monster on the propeller head.

His entire body surged with magic, and he gripped Alastor tightly with both hands, slashing down from above.

The blade sliced ​​through the monster's shell, and the electric current surged into its body along the circuitry, damaging part of its central nervous system.

Pyramid Head also joined the battle with stiff steps, his greatsword violently cleaving another modified monster that was trying to sneak up in half.

The battle is over.

Suren walked up to the corpse of a monster and pried open the shredded armor.

"Changing living people, then forcibly implanting various mechanical devices..."

But what he couldn't understand was why this monster, pieced together using technology, had the scent of a demon.

"Um?"

Suren manipulated the Pyramid Head beside him to step forward and further dismember the corpse.

He discovered a pattern carved on a piece of scrap meat inside.

Unable to find the relevant information in his mind, Suren could only save it for now and look it up with Constantine later.

To prevent anything from being missed, he simply packed up all the debris and threw it into Silent Hill.

Only after cleaning up the scene did he release Patty from the Otherworld.

When Patty appeared, she was shocked by the devastation around her and the totaled car.

"Suren! Are you alright? What were those monsters?"

She nervously checked Suren's body repeatedly, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that he was not injured.

"I'm fine."

Suren pointed to the wrecked car. "But you'll have to figure out how to call another one."

……

Deep underground in the mountains, in the monitoring room of the shelter.

Sitson and several researchers stared intently at the monitoring footage on the main screen, which now showed a disconnection, their faces grim.

"Boss, all signals have been cut off. The test subject has been confirmed dead."

A researcher reported in a low voice.

Sitson clenched his fist.

This was a monster he had meticulously modified, an experimental subject created with a huge amount of money and special materials, yet it couldn't even last a few minutes.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Was all the battle data recorded completely?"

The researcher nodded.

"That's good."

Sitson forced himself to calm down. "Analyze this combat data immediately. Extract all his fighting habits and the parameters of that greatsword."

"Use this data to train the next generation of experimental subjects."

……

In the middle of nowhere, unable to hail a taxi, the two instead waited for a private car that was going to the orphanage on their way.

Country music was playing inside the car, and the owners were a middle-aged couple who seemed quite kind.

John and Kate's family.

During the conversation, the two learned that the couple had just experienced a devastating blow.

Their third child tragically died in the womb.

To heal their emotional wounds, the couple decided to visit an orphanage in the suburbs and adopt a healthy child to fill the void in their family.

Upon arriving at the orphanage, they were greeted by a slightly overweight Black nun named Abigail.

Sister Abigail warmly expressed her gratitude to Suren and Patty for their long-standing donations of supplies and volunteer help to the orphanage.

"I want to go to the backyard to see the children first."

Patty eagerly distributed the gifts she had brought to several caregivers.

"Of course, they've been talking about you all along."

Sister Abigail led the way with a smile.

Upon arriving at the sunny backyard lawn, Patty was immediately surrounded by a group of cheering children, their laughter filling the air.

Suren, who visited less frequently and always carried an aura that kept strangers at bay, found herself much quieter around.

Only a few bold boys surrounded him, asking him all sorts of questions out of curiosity.

Suren gave a simple answer, subconsciously observing the entire courtyard.

The orphanage’s backyard retains the style of a monastery from the last century. A large number of children gathered around Patty, while a small number played around the slide.

In a corner of the yard, a little girl in a lace dress sat alone on a swing, quietly drawing, looking out of place compared to the noisy children around her.

The girl had ribbons tied around her neck and wrists, a strange sight that aroused his suspicion.

Suren had accompanied Patty here a few times before and remembered most of the children here.

It's certain that he had never seen the girl who was so engrossed in her drawing.

"Sister, is that little girl new here?"

Suren pointed to the figure sitting alone in the corner and asked.

Sister Abigail looked over, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes, and replied, "She was just transferred from Russia a while ago; her name is Esther."

"This child is quite pitiful."

The nun sighed. "She was once adopted by a very kind couple. Later, that family suffered a terrible fire, and everyone perished in the flames. She was the only one who happened to be playing outside and escaped."

Hearing about this tragic backstory, Suren sneered inwardly.

Is this really Orphan's Lament?

If he remembered correctly, this little girl named Esther was, on the surface, a sensible and well-behaved girl, but in reality, she was an adult woman with dwarfism, violent tendencies, and mental illness.

Seemingly noticing the gazes of Suren and the nun, Esther, who was drawing in the corner, stopped what she was doing.

She raised her head, a sweet and innocent smile spreading across her well-behaved face.

Looking at the smile, Suren asked, "Have you checked with official agencies to verify the little girl's background in detail?"

Sister Abigail paused for a moment, then shook her head with slight hesitation: "Because it's an international transfer, we've only checked some basic documents so far."

"There are indeed some omissions in the procedures."

"Then let's find out."

Suren's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"There is an extremely rare disease in medicine."

"The patient's body will remain in a child's stage forever, but their mind will grow just like an ordinary person's."

"I've seen adult women like this before when I handled cases. They would pretend to be children and be adopted, and then brutally murder their unsuspecting adoptive parents."

Upon hearing this description, the nun's body trembled.

She knew that Suren was a private investigator and would never fabricate a story to scare her for no reason. Considering Esther's behavior, she also realized that the other party had a maturity beyond her years.

"God... I understand. I'll contact the police and the Russian authorities right now to verify."

The nun left hastily with a solemn expression.