Ghana stood in the gray stone courtyard. It didn't look too big to be grand but there was a charm to how quaint it appeared. The area looked clean despite the remains of a few dead leaves swept to the edge just barely on the grass. It could've looked bright and lively on a bright sunny day. Unfortunately, the gray clouds continue to derive the land from that kind of joy ever since the Kron took over.
Ghana released a breath and spoke to the three sentinels standing behind her. "No one comes inside until I say so."
"Understand, captain."
Ghana stepped unto the porch of the orphanage and opened the door.
"Oh, Hello there." A middle-aged lady with a kind smile greeted her. She wiped her hands on her worn-out apron before shaking Ghana's hand.
"Are you the sentinel who's going meet up with the new children?"
"Yes, I am," Ghana replied and followed the woman deeper into the house.
