The faint sound of children's laughter echoed through the dimly lit hallways of St. Agnes Orphanage. On the outskirts of a small town stood this old, crumbling building—a place that had become home to countless children over the years. But it wasn't a sanctuary for all, like it was meant to be. For one boy, every day brought a reminder that he didn't belong.
Seventeen-year-old lloyd Hunter was no stranger to loneliness. With unkempt black hair, deep black eyes, and an air of quiet introspection, he often found solace in the pages of his favorite books. Books were his escape, his window to a world that seemed to have forgotten him. Within their worn, weathered pages, he could be anyone, anywhere.
As he sat on the cold, wooden windowsill of his tiny bedroom, lloyd peered out at the gray sky that matched his somber mood. His mind wandered, replaying all the unanswered questions that seemed to plague his existence. Who were his parents? Why had they abandoned him? And why had he been left to wander through life without a single memory of his early childhood?
The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts, and Sister Margaret, the kind-hearted caretaker of St. Agnes, walked in. She was a middle-aged woman with gentle eyes and a warm smile, always reminding the children that they were loved, even when they felt alone.
"Lloyd," she said softly, "it's time for dinner. Please don't keep the others waiting."
Lloyd nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor as he descended from his perch and followed Sister Margaret down the narrow hallway towards the dining hall. The aroma of warm soup filled the air, and the other children chattered excitedly, eager to fill their empty stomachs. But for Lloyd, the thought of dinner was overshadowed by his own hunger for answers.
Sitting down at the end of the long, worn-out table, Lloyd picked at his food half-heartedly. His mind wandered again, this time to the conversations he had overheard. The whispers in the corridors, the hushed conversations between Sister Margaret and the other adults—all hinted at a secret that had been buried, locked away from his prying eyes.
But Lloyd was determined. Determined to unearth the truth, to discover who he really was. And that determination ignited a fire within him—a fire that whispered of hope, of a future outside the walls of St. Agnes Orphanage.
As the dinner came to an end, the children dispersed, heading back to their rooms or finding solace in the quiet corners of the building. But Lloyd couldn't shake off the restlessness that coursed through his veins. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
With a silent farewell to Sister Margaret, he slipped out of the dining hall and made his way to the attic—one of the few places he hadn't explored. The winding staircase creaked beneath his weight as he climbed higher and higher, until finally, he reached the door to the dusty, forgotten space above.
Entering cautiously, he found himself surrounded by a sea of old, forgotten belongings. Trunks filled with tattered clothes, boxes stacked with yellowed photographs, and journals whose pages were ready to tell their long-lost tales.
Lloyd's heart quickened at the sight of these forgotten memories—an opportunity to finally piece together his past, to uncover the secrets that had been kept hidden from him all these years.
With trembling hands, he carefully started to sift through the boxes, pulling out journals and letters that seemed to hold some promise. As he read through the faded ink and delicate pages, a sense of both excitement and trepidation filled his soul.
There, hidden among the pages of a worn leather-bound journal, he found a glimmer of hope. A name, scrawled in elegant handwriting, stared back at him: Evelyn Hunter. The name rang a bell in his mind, an echo from a distant memory.
Piecing together the fragments of his past had just begun, and with this newfound clue, lloyd knew that he was on the threshold of a life-altering discovery.
Little did he know, this spontaneous need for answers would lead him down a path of pain, unforseen danger and an extraordinary destiny—one that would shape his and the universe's fate.