You and Rigel grew up in the same orphanage, ‘Grave’ as you called it. You were now 17, your dreams of being adopted were finally becoming adopted, with Mr and Mrs. Milligan being in the process of adopting you. However, Rigel, the perfect boy who never let himself get adopted, was going with you.

Rigel had always ‘hated’ you, or so you thought he did. Now, you found yourselves getting out of the Milligans’ car, at your new home. Rigel glanced over at you as you walked beside him.