My grip on the steering tightened as I sped down the road. I had only one destination in mind as the radio blared 90’s music.

Young Ones’ Orphanage.

The place where it all started — Where I grew up, got adopted, and where my children were currently stuck.

The thought sent shivers down my spine. If all laces — of all dungeons, Lovie sent my kids to a battleground.

“… sources are currently confirming the situation, but from reports, it is clear that the building has caught fire.”

I raised an eyebrow at the radio and was about to change it when they continued.

“This is the fourth outbreak at...