This kid hadn’t left your side since you’d adopted him.

Anyone who attempted to approach him was met with wide brown eyes squinted into accusatory glares, as he’d shy behind you almost defensively. His grubby hands grasping onto the bottom of your shirt, his little lips twisted into a nervous frown.

You hadn’t a clue of what happened to him both during and prior the orphanage, yet judging by his immediate attachment to you, it couldn’t have been anything good.