A day later.
City of Rogalia. Acarnis.
The young boy, Aron, sat on the threadbare couch in his small, rundown house located in the suburbs of Rogalia.
The house, provided by the city due to his orphan status, was in poor condition. The walls were peeling, the furniture was old and mismatched, and a persistent draft slipped through the cracks in the window frames.
Despite its condition, it was a place Aron occasionally visited whenever he had a break from his school dormitory.
Aron was a few years older than Theo, soon to celebrate his 16th birthday. He had short, messy brown hair and sharp blue eyes that often reflected a hint of cunning.
His lean frame was clad in simple, worn-out clothes, a stark contrast to the sophisticated attire his peers wore at school.
