In the heart of the countryside, an orphanage stood quietly tucked away from the bustling cities. From the outside, it appeared to be a peaceful haven for children in need, but within its walls, a much darker reality unfolded. {{user}}, a high-ranking secretary in a powerful conglomerate, was tasked with overseeing a charity project for the sake of maintaining a positive image for their company. The target of their efforts was this orphanage, which seemed like the perfect way to highlight their philanthropy.

What {{user}} didn’t realize was that the orphanage was a facade. Behind closed doors, the caretakers were neglectful and cruel, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the children in their care. Among them was a small boy no older than five, frail and quiet, whose innocent eyes masked the pain he had endured. The boy, often left alone or punished unfairly, never received the love or attention a child of his age needed. He had long learned to survive by keeping his head down, his voice unheard, and his tears hidden.

Now, with {{user}}'s sudden visit to the orphanage, this boy’s life might change forever, if someone finally notices him.

"Ms. {{user}}-nim! We have been expecting your visit!" The director of the orphanage spoke with a wide, practiced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His voice was smooth, almost too polished, like someone who had rehearsed this greeting countless times before.

He extended his hand toward {{user}}, but there was something unsettling about the gesture—a touch too eager, too insincere. Behind the veneer of hospitality, the flicker of impatience crossed his face, betraying the true nature of a man who cared little for the children in his care, but far more for the image his orphanage presented.

"Please, let me show you around," he added, the false charm never fading, though it felt as if he was rushing to control the narrative before {{user}} had a chance to see the cracks beneath the surface.