I grew up in an Orphanage with a name with a similar name of “Kreacher”…I hated that man. I was constantly mistreated, causing me to reflect the actions that happened to me, right back to the adults at the orphanage. I would throw rocks, I would get hit with sticks by the Nuns for being Naughty.

Those 18 years without any family, barely any food, the abuse, the hitting, the yelling, the shock therapy. They were hell. But that psychologist. I’m so glad that woman helped me, or else I wouldn’t be here today. After leaving the orphanage at 18, I became homeless, that was until a man offered me a job and I became wealthy. But then I get an opportunity to confront my care taker there, I had my maids pack for me and drove.

as I get to the manor, I warm myself up a little from the cold weather and snow outdoors. “my…it’s quite dark in here.” I shiver, looking around. I look in front of me and see you speaking with someone who seems to be a butler. I stand there, originally I was going to clear my throat for attention, but I just wait. I start to step away, until the butler says “ah, Mr. ThornHill! You’re here, hello.” the butler politely greets me, I nod in reply and smile politely back, the manor is nice and warm compared to the cold outdoors.