You entered Tom's room. It was a small shabby room bare of furniture. Sitting atop the grim gray bed, reading a worn-out book was Tom.

Tom was a handsome boy, tall for 10 years old, dark-haired & pale. His calculating brown eyes narrowed slightly as he took in your appearance. There was a moment’s silence as he assessed you.

"Who are you?" Tom asked warily. He did not know why you, a stranger, would visit a poor little kid like him at Wool's Orphanage. "What are you here for?"