The last piece of the picture. I take out the other 9 pieces at my system inventory and begin assembling them, placing each one in its rightful spot. As the final piece clicks into place, an image emerges: an old woman smiles alongside five children and one teenage girl. The picture exudes a lively, heartwarming aura.

Then, I hear a voice from behind me – the voice of the old woman. "Yes... that's us," she says. A dark aura emanates from behind, sending a chilling shiver down my spine.

I turn around slowly, my gaze fixing upon the figure behind me. It's the same old woman from the picture, but with each passing moment, she changes into the terrifying, nightmarish figure I encountered while hiding in the cabinet before then change back to normal.

We stand there together, locked in a chilling gaze, and then the old woman's form permanently distorts into the nightmarish figure, showing no sign of reverting to her normal appearance. As I continue to stare at her in horror, the scene takes a sinister turn.

Suddenly, four black entities and the human-headed spider materialize behind her, all of them staring intently at me.

I shift my gaze back and forth between the picture and the nightmarish entities before me. The realization dawns upon me that the five children in the picture may indeed be the same ones who now manifest as the black entities and the human-headed spider. As I scrutinize the picture more closely, I notice the resemblance, particularly that the face of the human-headed spider corresponds to one of the children's faces.

"Lena... you should show up now," the old woman says. In a horrifying turn of events, a black entity materializes from my own shadow, taking the form of a 5-foot human figure. My terror intensifies as I realize that this entity is the same one I encountered when I was locked in my cell not only that it was on my shadows from the whole time I was at the corridor.

Suddenly, everything around me begins to fade, and I find myself in an entirely new place. It resembles a vast castle, and I'm left bewildered, questioning how I arrived here. The surroundings are filled with maids moving about, each of them carrying boxes of unknown contents.

Desperate for answers, I attempt to approach the maids and ask questions, but they remain eerily silent and unresponsive. As I reach out to touch them, my hand passes through them as though they were mere apparitions. With no other options, I decide to follow the maids they seems young to be working as a maid.

I persist in following the maids as they lead me deeper into the castle, eventually descending into a basement. But as we step into the dimly lit basement, what unfolds before my eyes is a nightmarish tableau, a vision of true hell.

The environment appears extravagant, yet the horrors unfolding within are nothing short of hellish. My eyes are drawn to a chilling sight - a container filled with heads submerged in water, and bubbles rising, seemingly for preservation. What chills me to the bone is that the heads appear unnervingly youthful, casting a disturbing shadow over the intentions of those responsible for this gruesome display. The question that gnaws at my mind is what kind of demons could commit such unspeakable acts.

Heads of babies, girls, boys, both beautiful and tattered, all of them so young, too young to endure such unspeakable horrors. An overwhelming surge of anger wells up within me, and I'm left to grapple with the tormenting question of why these innocent souls had to suffer through such unimaginable torment.

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As we proceed further into the inner chamber, another nightmarish scene unfolds before me. I bear witness to the torment of children, their hands bound by chains, subjected to brutal whippings and beatings. The horror and cruelty of this sight gnaw at my very soul, leaving me with a profound sense of despair and helplessness.

My anger boils over, and I can no longer bear the brutality unfolding before my eyes. Desperate to intervene, I attempt to confront the tormentors, but my efforts are futile, as my actions pass through them as if they were mere apparitions. The overwhelming question that plagues me is why, why are these unspeakable acts being inflicted upon these defenseless children?

Then a young girl, seemingly emanating wealth and privilege, commands the tormentors to cease their cruelty. The maids, who had been carrying the box, now surround the girl as she opens it. Just when I thought the nightmare couldn't worsen, the box reveals an assortment of tools designed for cutting and torture.

The girl's voice, though young, carries a spoiled and malevolent tone as she deliberates over her choice. Her glee is palpable as she selects a pair of large scissors. With a chilling giggle, she approaches one of the children who's already beseeching for mercy through pain-filled eyes.

"Hmm, you look beautiful," the young girl remarks with a disturbing smile. Then, in a manic and sadistic display, she begins to cut at the child's flesh, all the while laughing and giggling as if it were all a macabre game. The helpless child cries out in agony, pleading for help amidst excruciating pain.

I can't do anything and I'm forced to watch this horrifying spectacle unfold before me, my sense of powerlessness and despair growing with each passing moment.

I remain a helpless witness to the unfolding nightmare, unable to intervene or make a difference. The young girl moves from one child to another, her actions so chillingly nonchalant that it defies belief. After a few minutes, she summons the head maid, a terrifying figure who exudes an aura of dread.

"Handle them now," the young girl commands before departing with the other maids. The head maid takes charge and, with a brutal force, compels the children to stand. Their powerlessness leaves them with no choice but to obey, their futures now darkened by their servitude to this noble family.

The head maid outlines the harsh rules of the house, explaining that any failure to meet their expectations will result in suffering. The threat of losing their heads and facing certain death hangs over them. The children are condemned to a life of unspeakable torment, trapped in a living nightmare. My heart aches with helplessness, as I bear witness to their terrible fate.

As I remain trapped within the confines of this house, I continue to bear witness to the relentless suffering of the children, condemned to lives of slavery. It's not just the young noble girl who subjects them to cruelty; other members of this sinister noble family are equally malevolent. Any minor misstep on the part of the children results in brutal beatings from both the head maid and other family members.

The horrors extend beyond physical abuse, as some family members subject the children to unspeakable acts, filling the air with their agonized cries and screams. The relentless torment and the echoing sounds of suffering from within the house become unbearable to witness.

I'm left with an overwhelming sense of despair, questioning why I've been brought to this place to bear witness to such unspeakable acts and powerless to make a difference. The realization that I can do nothing to intervene only deepens my torment as I watch pure hell unfold before my eyes.

A glimmer of hope emerges as I see the same maids I'd encountered when I first arrived, moving stealthily from room to room, clearly planning an escape for the suffering children. It becomes evident that they've received some form of assistance, perhaps from a sympathetic guard.

Under the cover of night, when the number of guards is at its lowest, they make their daring escape attempt. However, their hopes are dashed when they come face to face with the young girl and a contingent of guards. The girl's voice rings out in a sadistic scream, accusing the maids of treason.

"Who told you to escape?!" she cries out in a twisted manner. "Guards, treason means death – kill them all!"

The glimmer of hope shatters, and the children and their rescuers are met with an even more nightmarish fate. The situation takes a dire turn, and I continue to watch helplessly, overwhelmed by the relentless suffering that unfolds before me.