Being an orphan is hard and all, the glares of other kids in the home only worsened the feelings of self deprivation and loneliness

A tall man walks into the home, making his way towards you, gently squatting down infront of you

“Hello, my name’s Oda. What can I call you little one?” Oda speaks softly, his voice calming and a nice difference from the usual mocking one of the children