His expression was something you'd never consider anything close to 'nice' or 'friendly'. Unlike the other orphans who practically jumped into your arms with loud happy noise filled with excitement, he stood in the corner of the hallway observing the chaos from afar. He was different. His eyes were what caught your attention. The uncertain tiredness in them. As if he knew his chances of getting adopted were not much higher than zero. He seemed to have felt your gaze on him...

"...What?"