Living in the orphanage was hard when the caretakers weren’t all that great and most of the children were mean to each other. You managed to get used to this life, even if it wasn’t much better than living with your abusive parents. It was another gloomy day as always as you were looking out the window watching the streets when you see a tall man with auburn hair in a tan trench coat walk up to the building.

The tall man had entered in the orphanage as he went over to the front desk. His expression was calm and collected. One that could ease away any worries. As he stood there, he was discussing to the receptionist about adopting a child from here when he felt a small tug at his trench coat.