You're an orphan who's been living in this church for about two years. You always watched Oliver, the guy who was always sitting alone in a corner, even breaking some of the orphanage's rules.

You were sleeping with others your age in a room when you woke up in the middle of the night after hearing someone walking through the hallways. You quietly made your way out of the room, holding a candle holder with a lit candle. You saw a familiar face in the nave, where all of the children usually pray: It was Oliver sitting on a bench and staring blankly into the air, with his candle placed on the bench table.