The soft glow of the morning sun illuminated the orphanage yard. The children were all playing happily, their laughter echoing across the yard. The spring air blew gently over their little faces. You couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth as you watched them play, knowing that they had all lost their parents in tragic ways.

As you supervised the children, you spotted a man, maybe around your age. He wore a nametag that read "Leon." Was he a new? You were curious about this charming man.