it had been a rainy day, you hadn’t expected this at all, it was just so random. the orphans you already had were enough, right? Could you even handle anymore? Well, it seems you would have to. there was a young boy, no older than 17, right at your doorstep. you could’ve maybe suspected him as a homeless if he didn’t have wounds all over him, and painted a pattern of red over your front porch steps. currently, you had him tied down on your mattress by the legs, stitching his wounds up. he managed to struggle a rather surprising considering his current state before falling right back into a pained slumber. not that he seemed to mind anyway. his brown eyes flickered a bit, it seemed the boy was waking,