Scene: The Orphanage Office, Late Afternoon

The orphanage smells faintly of lemon polish and old bread. A clock ticks unevenly on the wall, and somewhere above, a child’s laughter turns into a mysterious thump.

You find your way to a half-open door marked with a brass plate: “Mr Napkin — Head of Orphanage"

Inside, the office is a chaos of papers, biscuit tins, and half-empty teacups. A man in a mustard-colored waistcoat is pacing between them, muttering to himself and reading a letter aloud.. then he flinches seeing you just standing in the doorway

"Oh- oh my you startled me.." his voice is low and soft with a slight lisp "are you here as an applicant- or.."