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Please use this room.
Understood, thank you.
They couldn't have picked a worse place for her to nest in.
Right in the middle of the kids' rooms on the third floor.
To make it easier for her to keep an eye on us.
I was so fixated on the transmitters that I didn't consider them sending another adult.
We should be happy about this, actually.
Happy? Why?
We've gained two new sources of info: Carol and Sister Krone.
Good point.
First off, where did they come from?
Carol is Conny's replacement.
In other words, they're replenishing the merchandise.
Yeah.
Given that this is a farm,
they must have a resupply site where they prepare one-year-olds.
Does that mean we all originally came from there?
Probably.
And then there's Sister Krone.
Learning that there are other adults besides Mom is big.
There might be other farms just like this one,
and if there are, then are the adults who obey the demons under their control from birth,
or are they captured from somewhere else and converted?
How we'll live after we escape changes depending on the answer to that.
But our top priority should be figuring out how to get everyone out of here.
And also finding out where the transmitters are located.
I checked all over myself but couldn't find anythin' that looked like an implant.
There's nothing in our clothes or shoes, either.
Based on mankind's existing technology,
it probably transmits radio waves.
That would mean it runs on battery power, though.
Something so tiny that it wouldn't leave a surgical scar, with batteries that last over a decade.
A device like that shouldn't exist in 2015.
Meanin'?
It'll be hard to figure out what kind of device it is, find its location, and work out how to destroy it.
Considering it's technology originating from the demons, we may as well just give up now.
You have a point.
What?
So we're done for?
Yup.
No way!
Well, even if we can't figure it out, we can still make guesses.
Yeah.
We have to think about it from the enemy's perspective.
What kind of device would be most convenient to implant, and where?
Carol!
She just got here, so she might have one.
Oh! A mark where her transmitter was implanted!
I must thank you for giving me the opportunity to return to a farm.
I only made a request for an assistant.
I didn't ask for you in particular.
I've heard talk of all your achievements.
The youngest ever to be selected as Mother—chief breeder.
Under your leadership, this plant has shipped more top-quality produce than any other.
I am honored to be working under someone I admire so much.
The lip service won't be necessary.
Let's quit the small talk. We have work to discuss.
Here is all of the information on my adorable children.
Memorize them right here and now.
It should be easier than getting perfect scores on every morning test.
So, what was the reason for calling me here?
They learned something they shouldn't have.
They also saw what was inside the truck.
Then, in accordance with the rules, we must find them and ship them out imme—
Wait.
It's all right.
I already have an idea of who the culprits are.
Who...
Two of the oldest children.
All we need to do is make sure they don't escape before they're shipped out.
My children are special.
And this is beneficial for the plant.
So you're not reporting it?
No.
I will handle it in an appropriate manner.
You are a guard.
You don't need to think. Just watch the children.
I am the Mother of this House.
And you are my assistant.
Are we clear, Sister Krone?
Yes, Madame Isabella.
So that's how it is.
I was surprised too.
Who would've thought the perfect Isabella would mess up like this?
What's more, she's trying to sweep it under the rug instead of reporting it.
However, if I help her out here,
she'll owe me for it, and one day the Mother position will be mine!
Oh my, what's wrong?
What's with all the tears?
Come now, don't cry.
You'd be happy too if I became a Mother, right?
If that happens, I'll get busier, but you'll still support me, right?
Don't get jealous of the other children and throw any tantrums, okay?
Wait a minute.
Could this be my chance?
I can become a Mother!
Not someday, but right now!
If I capture the children who know the secret and report her violations,
Isabella will be fired!
If that's the case, it would be better to pretend to follow her orders and steal her spot!
I'll capture the culprits, then snitch on her, and get promoted on the spot!
Ah, so wonderful!
I'll become the Mother here.
I need to find them right away.
They sure have taken to her.
Yeah.
How do we outwit two adults the other kids love that much?
It won't be easy.
The worst possible thing would be if they reported us to the demons,
and those monsters got on our tail as soon as we ran for it.
There's only one way to prevent that.
Mom and Sister Krone will have to be...
Norman and Ray, right?
Yes.
I hear you always get perfect scores on your tests.
We do.
That's amazing.
It's nice to meet you.
I hope we can get along.
Did she hear us?
No, we're fine.
I don't think that Sister Krone came here just to watch us.
What do you mean?
The way she looked at us was different.
She must be suspecting us, the eldest kids.
Where did she get that information from?
Isn't it obvious?
From Mom.
Mom is definitely closing in on us.
We have to hurry.
Think, Emma. Put yourself in the enemy's shoes.
The demons won't wanna eat the transmitters.
That means they'll be somewhere that makes 'em easy to take ou—
Emma, I...
But where?
I want to ask you something.
The other night...
What's that? A bug bite?
Mom said this was a bruise from when they took blood to test for diseases.
Naila, Phil, Mark, and Conny all had them.
Everyone's ears did.
Mine too?
It's long gone by now.
Makes sense.
I'm ten, and you're eleven now.
Yeah.
It was way smaller than we thought.
What was?
N-Nothin'!
I meant that it was such a small scar that it'd already gone away.
Right...
I've gotta protect the other kids.
Scheduled check-in. Scheduled check-in.
This is 73584 from Plant Three.
October 17th. Everything is normal.
Over.
Isabella?
Grandma?
I have a message from the boss.
"Those three can be shipped out as scheduled, right?"
Listen closely, Isabella.
Every other plant had an exceedingly poor harvest this year.
The only one that has produce worthy of being offered at the Tifari is yours.
Yes, I'm fully aware of that.
Please give the boss this message:
"Everything is proceeding smoothly. You may have any child at any time."
I see. So they can be shipped?
That would certainly please Him.
Don't mess this up.
His meals are special. Nothing like ours.
Then, my friends, let us celebrate a great harvest.
And offer our prayers to Him.
Yeah, no one would have noticed this.
I'd never even heard about the blood collection either.
Would the scar really fade that quickly?
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Yeah.
This whole time I didn't even suspect it.
My bad.
No, you did well, Emma.
We now know the location, shape, and size of the transmitters inside us.
We can move on to the next step.
After locatin' it...
comes destroying it.
What do we do?
We could make an incision and check it out...
But if Mom combs our hair...
...she'd know immediately.
Yeah.
Well, let's put the issue of whether we can destroy it or not aside for now.
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The transmitters embedded in us are actually quite lacking in features.
What? They are?
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The signals they transmit aren't specific to an individual.
Without checking for herself, she can't tell who's where.
Nor is she notified if we get too close to the gate or walls.
But they're still implanted in us.
Yeah. So why is that?
They must be confident they can come after us so long as the transmitter remains intact.
Wait.
Does that mean destroying the transmitter would send an alert?
That's also a possibility.
Meanin'?
It'd function like an alarm, warning them if it were destroyed.
So if we broke it, Mom would know right away?
That assumes that such a function even exists.
However, considering Mom made a conscious effort to let us know the transmitters exist...
We can't dismiss that possibility.
It would be risky to mess with them and break them by accident.
If we do destroy them, it has to be when we escape.
Then how are we gonna figure out how to break 'em?
About that...
The shape and size gave me an idea.
Could you leave this to me?
Are you sure?
Yeah.
If you say so, I'll count on you.
Then all that's left is to figure out how to get everyone out of here.
The problem is that they all trust Mom implicitly.
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They probably won't be able to handle the truth.
Do you think we'll have to lie to 'em to get 'em out?
There's also the matter of them not being physically ready for this.
Quite frankly, they'll only hold us back.
Ray!
But it's the truth.
We have kids who aren't athletic,
and there are babies who can hardly walk, too.
I have an idea for dealin' with that.
What is it?
Tag.
Huh?
Norman is "It," and everyone's gonna try to escape from him.
We pretend we're playing, but we'll really be training them!
Mom shouldn't be able to catch on to that.
I'll teach 'em how to use their bodies better.
As for how to use their heads...
Leave that to us.
Don't panic.
Think.
What can you do to escape?
Norman won't overlook things like that.
Read the wind.
Which direction makes it easier to run away?
Let's see.
Downwind...
This is cool!
I can go way longer without being caught than before!
Maybe I can even win—
I thought I was doing so good.
Your tracks aren't the only ones that matter.
You have to check for your opponent's, too.
Really?
Yeah.
What's more, Norman knows your tendencies, too.
For example, Thoma, you...
You look like you're having fun playing tag.
I'd like to get to know you all better.
So let me play too.
The match's time limit will be 20 minutes.
I'll be "It."
Everyone, try to run away from me, okay?
Seven,
eight,
nine,
ten!
Now, let's see what that woman's very special children are capable of!
So, how will the enemy move?
She'll probably come looking for us first.
And on the way, she'll capture as many of the little ones as she can.
Probably something like that.
Dummy prints?
And what is with this silence?
Time to get serious!
She's not coming after us at all.
Did she change her strategy?
Huh?
Too bad, caught you!
Why did everyone gather in one place?
She lured in the younger kids with these.
So she's not stupid, huh?
No!
Hey, you guys!
That Sister is really hard to beat!
Don and Gilda got caught too?
She's nuts.
She chased me around everywhere.
We got caught way faster than when Norman was "It."
Emma!
Cover your mouths!
Jump!
Running while carrying two kids...
You must be tired, Emma.
You can't move without some rest, right?
Did you know?
Norman's weakness is his physical ability.
I heard he was really feeble when he was younger.
Ray's weakness is that he's a little quick to give up.
He makes quick decisions, but is just as quick to abandon all hope.
As for you, Emma!
Your weakness is your naïveté.
You're a softie who carries two other kids while you're running for your life.
Just give up and come on out already.
I'm not gonna do anything bad to you.
Listen, Emma.
If you saw the harvest that night...
then I'm on your side.
Found you!
Two more!
How much time is left?
Eight minutes and forty seconds!
This is what the perfect scorers here can do?
Time's up.
They did it!
Norman. Ray. Emma.
And...
That Sister hasn't done anything since.
Mom probably ordered her not to.
Mom suspected us at first, but it doesn't seem that way anymore.
Why's that?
What do you think, Ray?
What about you, Norman?
Mom did something behind the scenes so she won't have to make a move herself.
What do you mean?
What would be the easiest scenario for Mom?
That would be to know our moves without having to do anything.
But there's no bugs or cameras anywhere...
That means...
Yeah, there's probably...
...already someone else watching us.
Most likely among the kids.
One of us is a traitor.
I'm hungry!
Me too.
Today's reddened sky is truly frightening
We would've been so much happier if we didn't know
Before I realize it, another warm light fizzles into the darkness
And with it, the gentle voices we once cherished fade into nothing
Believing in those was all I had left to hold onto
We'll pour our blood, sweat, tears, and determination
Into continuing to live our lives to their fullest
It's too late now to wish for love and happiness
So, move now, these clumsy legs of mine
Break free of this cage to take hold of our bright futures
Make it past our darkest fears and our despair