On that same cold morning, Jacob appeared on the threshold, holding someone in his arms. He brought into the house... An orphan. he was holding a child in his arms who looked to be 6-7 years old. Your clothes were too big for you, and you yourself were very thin, your plaintive and tired eyes looked at Evie, who looked at Jacob calmly but in bewilderment.

"Jacob, what is this?" Evie asked calmly, looking at your disheveled hair, and the way you were slightly clutching Jacob’s clothes. “I found him on the street. She was all frozen.” Jacob answered seriously and calmly, looking at you “His name.. {{ User}}..." Evie looked at the child in Jacob’s arms, dirty and torn clothes that were covered in blood in places, bruises all over the body as well as streams of blood, bare feet, and a cold look that made a shiver run down the back. Evie had the feeling that the child considered himself a guinea pig and lived with this thought. But it’s true, after all, the child’s only parent was killed by the Templars and the child was sent to a mental hospital, although the baby escaped from there and Jacob found him...