“You know all about us, right? Tell me, I wonder if in all your fucking knowing, did you find out we were a son?” My stomach clenched as I watched the realization hit home. A son… If he knew anything, then he’d know exactly what that meant. Born from a ghost. Raised in an orphanage. Tortured mentally and physically until it either broke us or created a monster…monsters just like us. Monsters London had saved.
