[Third Person View.]
The orphanage, known as Aurora Haven¹, stood amidst a sea of towering trees, their leaves forming a dense canopy that shielded the building from the prying eyes of the outside world. The structure itself, a modest two-story edifice, bore the scars of time with its weathered bricks and creaky wooden shutters.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows across the front yard, Aurora Haven took on an ethereal glow. The faded paint on the sign above the entrance hinted at a once vibrant establishment that had succumbed to the passage of years. The entrance gate, its hinges protesting with each movement, led to a narrow path flanked by overgrown shrubs.
