“Are you sure you want to take her out to the fields?” Akira Culzean, one of the psychiatrists, questioned her companion, Hyra Cornelius when the woman took the child out of her room.  “If the headmaster knew about this, you would certainly be doomed.”
“Oh, come on, Culzean! The kid wants to see the sky, look at her pouty lips!” Cornelius responded and glared at the lady who walked ahead of her.
“You can capture a photo of the view, she is not allowed to come out yet. Mr. Larkin will definitely scold you this time,” the woman pointed out and glanced at the kid who was looking back at her.
"I'm not a kid anymore, I don't need any scolding."
“You should hurry back to your room before the monster gets you,” Culzean continued and made a teasing smile. The kid was alarmed and her eyes grew wider out of fear, the little girl was about to run away when they were interrupted by a car which recklessly stopped in front of the building.
“What the? What’s wrong with these morons, they’re scaring the child.”
Men in black came in their direction with their gloomy atmosphere, they came from the city and behind them was a kid wearing a blue dress and a crown, and she was carried by one of the guys. “Good day, Miss Culzean. Have you seen Mr. Larkin?” one of the men remarked.
“He is inside the headquarters.”
They passed in their direction and Akira Culzean crossed her arms as she followed the group of men with her stares. “What are they?” the little kid who was with them asked and the two doctors looked at one another. “Why are they looking for Daddy?” she whispered with a frown.
Hyra gently smacked Akira’s elbow, probably trying to convince her companion to make stories for the kid to believe. Akira understood the signal, she forced a smile and faced the child. “Uh, those were your Daddy’s old friends, they search for missing people so they could bring them here and we could take care of them.” 
“Yeah, she is right. Don’t worry too much, little Esme, let’s go and get back to your room so you could rest, okay?” The kid nodded her head and came with them.
When they brought Renesmee back to her room, the two doctors could not concentrate as they were occupied with what they saw earlier. “What’s with the headmaster? He has been busy with his experiments,” Cornelius muttered to herself.
“Will you shut your mouth? He is doing all of these things to keep our society away from threatening criminals.”
Hyra shook her head and let her co-worker win the argument, she is used to it, it will always turn out like this every single day. All the allied health professionals were called, it seems that they shall be doing a lot of work at the intensive care unit. Larkin has brought another kid to undergo the same experiment that the headquarters has been performing to practice. Life has been put into the line and they already grasp the thought of the possibilities caused by their tests.
If God is real, He could have done something to prevent it from happening. However, their society is embraced by darkness. A nation where both ordinary and innocent people dwell with unsafe criminals. A place where they desire for more authority and their minds are driven by money, making it their god. A land where they love destruction and killing. They use children to taste the bitterness of their lives, growing pain, resentment, and vengeance in their hearts.
Akira simply flipped the pages of the kid’s profile and her eyes rounded upon browsing the documents. “Her name is Keegan Colson, she is six years of age and she lives with her Father, one of the affluent and risky men in our society. He is sitting as the sixth leader of the Redrum Organization.”
“What made you take her?” She was intrigued to dig deeper into the kid’s background. Larkin never disappoints her when it comes to selecting vessels for their weapons.
“I don’t have any good ideas in mind as of now, but I kinda want to use her to kill her Father one day.” The man’s answer made her shut her mouth, she thought it was tragic to meet two people from the same bloodline and let them kill one another, and she didn’t know Larkin had a grudge against the man who was once a father figure to him.
“I really cannot read your mind,” The doctor uttered and the man simply smirks.
“Let us begin our task, I can't afford to waste my time with so much talking.”
They cause the child to sleep and they begin to inject some of the serum they made to enhance the body’s agility and the brain’s intellectuality to surpass the human’s normal intelligent quotient. All they had in mind was to create weapons that shall protect the entire society from the deadly thugs that are lurking behind the shadows.
“I hope it works,” whispers the man who watched from the distance with dreamy eyes and an evil smirk. He admires the entire process and he feels alive upon seeing the child’s heart palpitations.
Days had passed and Keegan Colson was stuck inside her room while undergoing strict custody care. Since she was tested as a vessel, she began to feel unwell and restless. She could not even afford to sleep peacefully due to the nightmares she was running from. Every night, the four corners of her room were filled with her painful screams, she felt hopeless and at a very young age she was suffering a lot. The caretakers were doing their best to cure her, to at least reduce the stinging pain she has been enduring.
“What’s wrong with the girl in the other room?” Little Esme asks out of curiosity, probably unable to bear with the loud noise she has been hearing repeatedly every night.
“She is in pain and sick, don’t come near her, okay?” Larkin Patterson warned his adopted daughter. Renesmee feels uncomfortable, but she knows she cannot ask another question or else she will be doomed.
“We must do another operation to cure her, Mr. Larkin. The child is in great pain, and if we let her in such a condition, there is a possibility that her body won’t take it. We cannot let another innocent kid die in our hands,” Lilith announced and Larkin feels disturbed about the sudden decision. He felt bitter upon expecting great yet receiving nothing, their hard work was not paid off and he thought their works were in pain.
“I will think about it,” he replied and with heavy shoulders, he turned his back and walked away, leaving Renesmee behind.
One night, the hallway was dim and the other patients were resting from all they encountered throughout the day. Renesmee was walking alone in the dark with an afraid stare. She couldn't take it anymore. Curiosity killed the cat and right now, her nosiness was pulling her to do it. It was an act of disobedience to sneak out of her room to have a peek at the other patient who was giving her fear and discomfort every night because of the noise and screams.
“Daddy won’t scold me if he doesn't know about this,” she mumbled to herself and proceeded to walk slowly until she reached in front of a depressing room. No one was guarding the door, and it is quite unusual to see that the headquarters was not watching over the patient inside.
Despite all of that, she leaned closer to the door and eavesdropped, attempting to listen to what is behind the metal door before her. “I can’t hear anything,” she mumbled and leaned even closer, she was too desperate to know what was inside. The doctors and her guardians won’t let her take a peek inside, it won’t be a bad idea to do it herself.
She twitched her lips and stood still, “I should probably knock, maybe she was resting by now.” Renesmee bit her lower lip and raised her hands to reach for the doorknob; she had to raise herself a little bit to reach for it. However, before she could open it, she knocked three times. She could feel her hands and legs shaking, “I need to see her,” she muttered and as she opened the door, a dark room greeted her eyes.
Total darkness envelops the corner of her eyes, and as she tries to step in, she could feel somebody staring in her direction. “Hello?” she voiced out and her soft voice filled the air.
She stepped closer, little Esme felt a bit strange when she stomped into a sticky liquid on the floor. She didn't know what it was, and she continued to walk step by step. The gluey fluid becomes thicker and it feels heavy on her feet. Renesmee could sense that something was a bit off, so she lowered her body and lightly knelt down on the floor to touch the diluted tints.
“It’s warm,” she whispers to herself.
The door swung open again and the dim light from the outside reflected on the windows, it made the room a bit more visible. Little Esme was stunned when she saw the red liquid on her tiny hands. She could not move when she took a glance at the floor and behold the rivers of blood staining her little toes, and in an instant, she screamed from the top of her lungs.
She was shaking and terribly afraid of what she saw. Renesmee was about to scream for help but she was stopped when she heard a voice of a kid beside her, it was a whisper. “Stay with me,” it sounds empty, those breathy voices that made anyone palpitate.
“Who are you?” Esme’s voice was shaky and unclear, the kid remained silent for a moment and the scaredy cat shrieked in horror when Keegan playfully wrapped her arms around the poor kid.
It was a horrid night, a trauma for everyone. Larkin and his men figured out that the kid, Colson, was suffering an illusion. She was quite active at nighttime, and her emotions were altered. The heads discovered that she was infatuated to see blood and that awful desire pushed her to steal somebody’s life. Her condition became a threat, and the other teams wanted her dead. However, Larkin wants to keep the child; he believes that he can still do something to cure her.
“How are the kids?” He asked when an acquaintance approached his way.
“Esme was under custody as well as the others, and Keegan was in the critical care unit.”
“Any news from the outside world?” His voice sounds throaty and penetrating, which made the man before him grin, they haven't seen one another for years, and having an encounter with him in a place like this is a bit thrilling for him. “Lucas was planning to pay a visit here, I know both of you are not on good terms, so you probably have a plan to hide those children of yours?” and his smile grew even wider.
Larkin was stiffed on his location and he was not completely aware of the news. Hearing that his brother will visit him doesn't sound good at all, Lucas does not trust his brother because, for him, Larkin is his rival. He was suspecting the sudden absence of his sibling; he thought Larkin was up to something against him.
“That moron is coming over to my place without any consent?” he was pissed off. His hands were shaking in annoyance and as he clenched his fist, his friend tapped his shoulder.
“Calm down, my friend. You know I can assist you any moment,” he retorted and that made the headmaster gaze at him in suspicion.
“Sell your kids to me and allow me to scatter them, in that way, Lucas won’t find out and he will definitely stop pestering you.”
His ideas displeased the old friend, “Are you planning to ruin my plans?” he was provoked. Larkin heated up, he will never allow anybody to misalign his plans. It was too much to do, he feels pressured and he wants to hurt the man who was grinning in front of him.
“Hear me out, Larkin. You already left your marks on their bodies, if you scatter them around, you will eventually bring them back in your arms when the right time comes.”
“It is for their safety. Lucas won’t hesitate to kill them once he finds out that they were one of the survivors in Castrill,” he sounds convincing yet his teasing smile wouldn't get off his face. 
“What’s your final decision?”
“Meet me tonight in my office, I must fix everything before dawn, I dislike seeing my brother’s face taking pleasure in what he might do, it disgusts me.”