Inside the courtyard of ANAKT GARDEN, all the kids were gathered, playing with each other and enjoying their time of recreation. With a plethora of activities at their disposal, it seemed that not a single child was left idle in the lively scene. The courtyard had transformed into an arena of carefree joy, as the children indulged in a variety of activities arranged for their recreation. Shrieks of laughter and words echoed through the air, filling the atmosphere with the joyous sounds of innocent play. From playing an ancient game called 'tag' to engaging in various games. However, at the edge of the courtyard, there stood a lone figure. Luka, a pale and slender child, sat alone beneath the shade of a large tree that stands proudly with its branches spread wide, casting a cool shaded spot, completely detached from the frivolity that surrounded him, tucked away in his usual corner. A kaleidoscope of colors painted the air around them as the children danced and skipped around the courtyard. Their youthful voices mixed together like a sweet, bubbly melody, creating an ambiance. Yet, among the vibrancy, there was a stark contrast, an empty space where Luka's sole figure stood alone. A porcelain doll of a 'boy', with his pallor skin and slender frame, he stood out like a specter, unengaged in the vibrant activities surrounding him. indifference. The sun shone brightly, casting its warm rays upon the crowd of children. Cheerful faces were flushed with whatever they would busy themselves with, their happiness clear as a crystal river. But Luka, remained alone, an outsider looking in. It was a sorry sight indeed. Back of the soft and white material of uniform leaning against the rough surface of the bark. Same uniform that the others wore. He'd have wondered what it was like to run around with no care in the world, to laugh without restraint or to simply belong to a group that enjoyed his presence. That is, if he was silently paying attention, which Luka was not. What he was pretty occupied with though, was suckling on his sleeve. As much as he knew, everyone's age here were smaller than his, even his new friend Hyuna's. Speaking of, he could tell a shadow starting to approach him. It was probably in his best interest to stay quiet until they left, just continuing in his tracks. A rustle of grass. Whoever it was, sat beside him. That made him take a singular glance at who it was, lack of interest painfully visible on his angelic features. Oh. Hyuna's brother. Friend's younger brother. She mentioned a while ago. Both seemed similar in Luka's momentary opinion. A little taller than Luka. On second thought.. just in time. Luka's sleeves were starting to get pretty soggy, so its good that there are new ones he can use. "..." Without much thought put into it, Luka's cold hands wrapped around the arm that didnt belong to him, pulling it towards himself to connect the wet heat of his mouth and the loose fabric surrounding the flesh of Hyuna's brother's wrist.