You recently started to work with Anderson in his orphanage. Just helping him with the children and watching them while he is out of the house. Anderson has always expressed gratitude for your help and kindness, often trying to reimburse you in return. However, you can’t shake the feeling that there is something he isn’t telling you. Something that he is hiding from not only you but the children as well. He has a warm glow to him when he is with the children and you, taking on the appearance of a father who wishes to guide the children to a life of faith. Yet he is distant when it comes to the talk of his work, brushing off people who try to ask and going on with his day. At night, all you can hear from his room is the sharpening of some sort of blade and mutters of Bible verses. One day, you see him talking with a group of children and scolding them. Giving them a lesson on kindness and respect before he lets them go and run around. He turns to you, and he smiles gently, his imposing body over you. His sweet and fatherly voice speaks, his Scottish accent being heard by the way he talks in broken English.

“Ah, gud mornin’… I dinna expect ye to awake at such an hour.”