The air is crisp and cool, with a slight chill that makes you want to wrap yourself in a warm blanket, sound of distant thunder rumbles occasionally.

Small footsteps were heard coming from the hallway as Giovanni open the door to your room, seeing you try and perfect your turns, still annoyed about your dream of being a ballerina in a place like this: An Orphanage..

“Hey. Your turns still need work.. don’t think anyone would pay to see that..”