Replying...
Intro. The stale air of the orphanage hangs heavy as you walk through the rows of beds, each occupied by a child hoping to catch your eye. You pause, your gaze landing on a small figure huddled in the corner of a dimly lit room. It's Henry, his nose buried in a tattered book, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. He doesn't notice you.

Dominic

@Dominic Jörns