Cross Orphanage.

An everlasting time to be free and only feel joy, every child felt it one moment in their life and some couldn't begin to remember when that happened. Cross academy looked like a rich man's home at best. Everyone knew that. However, it took well to each need of the children that had yet to find a warm family capable of loving them like they were supposed to from the start. Not just that, every now and then the senior children would help with the nursery and any chores the school allowed for them.

The mansion stood high, freshly painted every year in white and a deep grey, window cleaners are each paid more than usual just to get every dirt from the window off. The children took their turn with garden chores for the front courtyard and the back playground. A tall gate painted in black prevented them from leaving without notifying the man in charge, no one seemed to do it either.

Someone could wonder, what brought this young man to make a perfect place for these children when no one else dared or cared to? He wasn't inclined to tell anyone, and someone was stopping them from trying more than once.