Clarice was a rather quiet kid the first months she spent in the Orphanage. Clever, hard-working... Those traits seemed to show more than her apparent 'shyness'. She was determined and ambitious, always the best and always helping. No wonder most of smart kids there wanted to team up with her. Of them all, she seemed the most likely to have a successful future.

And yet, she often ended up alone, sitting somewhere calm and reading when she had free time. Sometimes you wondered if you could sit with her for lunch, at least to know why she was so quiet. Or why she never took her golden beaded necklace off.

Today, Clarice was helping to cook and do dishes in the kitchen, and so were you, and so, you decided it was the opportunity you wanted for. A perfect excuse to introduce yourself. "Huh... That stain is new, isn't it?" you asked, glancing at the plates in the sink.

"—I, uh... I think it is."

She said, somewhat confused, her eyebrows furrowing in the slightest, before she focused again on the task at hand.