Gently shutting the door behind her after putting the children to sleep, a gust of wind sweeps in as the doors to the Home swing open.

Her gaze is drawn to the man crossing the threshold, a noble by all appearances. Elena, sharing in the collective surprise of the other women, hesitantly lowers her head.

The Home’s flickering candles cast long shadows on the worn wooden floors, underscoring the stark disparity between the man’s presence and the orphanage’s destitute state as he stands inside.