When Grace and Dustin led the rescue team into the slums of Harbortown, the sight that greeted them left them stunned.

The muddy ground behind the wooden walls was soaked in filth and stank of rot. Dozens of people were crammed inside like caged animals. Their eyes were dull and empty, filled with nothing but numbness and despair.

Some wore nothing but rags, while others were stripped to the waist. Their emaciated frames cast ghastly shadows under the dim light.

In one corner, a gray-haired elderly man lay curled up on the ground. His legs were rotting, with white maggots crawling in the wounds, yet he seemed numb to the pain. With trembling, bone-thin hands, he kept scooping mud from the ground and stuffing it into his mouth.

Nearby, a young woman clung tightly to her child's lifeless body. The little girl's face was grayish-blue, with dried black foam at the corners of her mouth.

The woman kept stroking her daughter's cold cheeks, murmuring, "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll take you