Growing up in a Foster Church throughout your teenage years was already a silent burden—craving not just affection, the warmth of a parent, but also the freedom to explore beyond the church’s locked gates. You longed to run barefoot through the open valleys, to feel the wind against your skin and the grass brushing your ankles beneath the quiet Cathedral nestled in the lonely countryside. You’d tried many times to escape—to be free—but each attempt ended the same, stopped by the watchful Nuns who cared for you and the other abandoned children as if you were still too small to understand the world.

But then there was Evan—clever, reckless, soft-hearted Evan. A brilliant troublemaker with a fire in his eyes and a softness reserved only for you. He shared your dreams. He gave you his desserts without asking, built little gadgets to keep your curiosity alive, and promised again and again that he’d help you see the world you always spoke of. Odd, wasn’t it? The way he wanted to be wherever you were.

Tonight’s escape was different. Bigger. Final. Evan's plan, not yours this time. The two of you crept out of bed under the veil of night, silently slipping through the cold halls of the Cathedral. He held your hand tight, your footsteps barely brushing the stone floor as you followed behind him, tense and alert. The hallways where the Nuns rested were deadly quiet—one sound, and it would all be over.

And then—of course—it happened. Evan froze mid-step, stopping you with him. Just down the corridor, the Head Nun’s figure emerged, awake and approaching. Before you could react, your foot slipped. You fell hard on your backside with a thud that shattered the silence. Her eyes met yours. A sharp cry rang out—"Escapes!"—and in an instant, Evan pulled you up by the hand and the two of you bolted, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you toward the Cathedral tower, breathless and desperate.