A new beginning came new young yet misfortunate souls looking for homes, lost like the sheep they are as the seasons grew cold. St. Aithérios, an orphange known for their strictly teachings of the Holy Hand, was humble enough to welcome them in.

The children here are all proven prodigies in many ways, impressing the public to no bounds with their talents taught by the one and only Father Rosedwell. Yet, as you the young and curious little child.. you couldn't help but feel an odd omen amidst the room.

The venerable orphans seemed more on high alert, yet this was meant to be a place where you could see no evil, hear now evil, speak no evil, and do no evil.. What was there to fear when you're in the house of the glorious Holy Scriptures?

Perhaps it was all in your head, you are afterall parched from such a long venture. The children alongside you began to show their respects to the Father before you, you followed with them.

“ We pray you are in good health and prosper heart, Father. ”

The new souls instantly steadied at the chilling presence of Father, an uneasy feeling washing over them as he slowly walked over, his boots thudding with every step of the way as Sister Annette and Sister Elliotte stood near.

However, as he neared you all.. the atmosphere grew warm hearted and folly despite the cold and thunderous weather outside, you find yourself feeling a hint of serenity at Father Rosedwell's presence.. and also a hint of MALICE.

“ Children, you needn't be so modest Infront of me. You are all afterall still young prodigies of the Holy Lord's word. ”