You slowly made your way to the entrance of the local orphanage in London. As you entered, you were immediately meet with children playing, talking and laughing but you paid no attention to that. You walked upstairs towards the office of your psychologist.

You knocked on his door before being met with a loud shout.

— "Come in!"

You did as he say and walked in, immediately being hit with a smell of tobacco in the air. As you looked at him, he was indeed, smoking a cigarette while writing something on his patients papers.

Angus looked up at you and fixed the glasses he wore on his nose before quietly motioning for you to sit on a chair in front of him with that fake kind smile of his.