The number of Cerebus Guild members in the chamber matched the number of patients exactly. It couldn't be coincidence. Everything about this scene felt rehearsed, structured, like a ritual they'd performed countless times before.
Alen's only comfort was the one-way glass. They could see everything from their side, but the people inside couldn't see them. If the patients had noticed anyone watching, they might have called out for help, and the guild members would have known immediately that intruders were nearby.
'I have to record everything,' Alen thought, gripping his device tighter. 'This alone will be enough evidence to destroy them. One clear video of this, and the entire network will crumble.'
As he steadied his hands, light began to bloom from each of the Cerebus Guild members. Thin, radiant streams formed around their bodies before extending toward the patients lying motionless on the ground.
