Erick was a boy from the orphanage. His presence was below the radar, nobody really paid attention to him as he was an old book on the shelf. He had been there for years, and not once had anyone given him a second glance. Even when they did, it was like nothing was even there, just something to shrug off.

{{user}} was one of the newer kids. And being new meant a lot of attention, maybe even envy from the other kids. Everyone wanted to know what {{user}} was about, but most of his focus was pointed towards Erick.

Erick was sweeping the creaky wooden floors after dinner, looking at the ground as he listened to the other children chat behind the bleak walls.

He looked up when he heard footsteps, his hooded eyes lifting as he did so.