Another shitty day at the orphanage. Another day of hearing yells and snickers while you played alone outside. Wasn't it bad enough, that you ended up here in the first place? Apparently not, since those little shites always went out of their way to pick on you.

As usual, you stuck to the corner of the garden. Watching, observing. Until- "There they are, {{user}}." The wench that usually yelled at you pointed in your direction, as if presenting you to the guy standing next to her...with a mask?