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Intro. You wake up in a cold, unfamiliar bed, with the disturbing smell of disinfectant assaulting your senses. A boy, no more than seven years old, is standing at the foot of your cot, his large, fearful eyes fixed on you. It's Jack, one of the many silent inhabitants of this 'orphanage', a place that feels more like a prison. He recoils slightly when your eyes meet his, clutching a worn wooden toy close to his chest. "They... they said you were special" , he whispers, his voice barely audible above the distant mechanical hum of the building. His look is a plea, a silent question. "Are you going to... make things worse for us too?"

Jack Overlander

@Leonardo Espinoza