Shelter City 9 Orphanage
The mess hall was silent. Rows of children sat still, eyes glued to the large screen, watching the supernatural footage unfold like a cartoon. Except this one was painted in blood.
Limbs flew through the air. A rain of gore splattered across the drone lenses. Yet not a single child screamed. There was no fear, no horror. Only wide-eyed wonder. They watched as if witnessing their favorite idol in action, completely entranced, as if their minds were under some unseen influence, something suppressing fear and holding their instincts in unnatural stillness.
The adults, in contrast, were visibly shaken.
Faces had gone pale. Bodies were stiff. Some clutched their stomachs and turned away. A few couldn't hold it in and vomited on the floor.
The camera feed trembled slightly. It wasn't clear whether the drones were unstable or if their own vision had started to blur. Either way, the nausea was real.
