Chess, who was left behind, started to move to change the bloodied sheets. The old lady on the bed just watched him with a smile on her lips.
"I'm sorry for this…" she started speaking.
Chess, in return, just shook his head as he smiled widely.
"This is nothing! I grew up in an orphan and I was the eldest, so changing sheets had been my job ever since. You don't have to worry." Chess assured her.
But, what he said was really a fact. He's in charge of changing the sheets ever since those kids came to their orphanage.
"Oh, so you grew in an orphan too?" the old lady asked softly.
Chess nodded his head. After successfully removing the covers from her body, Chess then examined if the blood also stained her clothes, but gladly, it didn't. He then started walking towards the cabinet.
If he was right, sheets and covers are kept in the lower part. That's how they do it in the church.
"I found Cale in an orphan too…" the old lady added.
