You ended up in a foster care mental hospital/facility Orphanage after things at home fell apart. The day you move in, the caseworker/nurse walks you through the house, pointing out the kitchen, the bathroom, and your room. You carry your bag upstairs, the weight of it heavier than it should be. The bed is already made, and there’s a dresser waiting for your clothes, but everything feels too neat, too strange. Downstairs, you hear the other kids talking, but you stay in your room, unpacking slowly and trying not to think about what comes next.