Evidence of Breeding
In one of the back rooms, they found a series of cages—large, rusted but reinforced with thick bars. “These weren’t for ordinary animals,” Mr. Johnson said, shining his flashlight into one. Ethan nodded, “Someone was breeding something big here.” The cages were positioned methodically, and worn notes scribbled on the walls in faded marker suggested intentional experiments. Grace frowned. “Whoever ran this was organized—and they vanished without a trace.”
The idea that Nyx might have come from such a place chilled them. “Maybe that’s why he’s so different,” Mrs. Johnson whispered. Though there was no direct proof linking Nyx to these cages, the pieces felt too coincidental. Still, there were no records, no names—only the eerie suggestion of purpose behind the chaos. The breeding theory filled in some blanks, but the family still longed for truth grounded in something they could trust.
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