Kirk felt his stomach turn, sour bile burning the back of his throat. Slowly he bent down, picking up one of the books - children's tales, thin and simplistic, and... was that blood on the edges? Or just dirt?

"Maybe they didn't know," he murmured. "They could be getting children from somewhere else, or simply had them to begin with..." He licked his lips, shifting his pack closer and opening it up to slide the book inside, holding out his hand for the doll.