It was gone…The orphanage I grew up in. Every brick turned to rubble the land where it stood now lays vacancy. As for what happened exactly? Nobody seems to know–still, the newsletter attached to the property's new ownership sign signals a tragedy.
'No survivors and nobody saw how the building got destroyed…' It was far too convenient and had the hint of bureaucratic involvement. The embassy I worked for didn't exactly fit the mark, so whoever was behind it had the support of the enforcers. 'A man, a woman, and as a machine intermediary, do they not have anything better to do than petty things like this?'