Inside the mansion, the heavy doors closed behind them, shutting out the smoke, noise, and chaos of the city.
For the first time since the attack began, it was quiet.
Misty was still shaking. She stayed close to her father, her fingers clenched tightly in his clothes, her eyes unfocused. The earlier terror hadn't left her yet—the image of the troll's twisted face and the screams outside were still fresh in her mind.
"It's okay," her mother said softly, kneeling in front of her. "It's over now. You're safe."
Misty didn't say anything. She only hugged her father tighter.
Seeing this, her mother's heart ached even more.
"Those…" she began, fury rising in her voice.
Mike gently patted her shoulder, calming her.
"Just stay with Misty for now," he said quietly. "She's clearly shaken."
His mother nodded, and together they headed to their room.
Rumble!!
As soon as they were gone, Mike roared and punched the wall in anger.
