The carriage rolled to a stop in front of the orphanage, a modest, weathered building nestled among tall trees. A small garden sprawled at the front, with flowers blooming in uneven clusters, their colors bright against the dull surroundings. Despite its aged appearance, the orphanage exuded an air of warmth and care. The chirping of birds blended with the soft murmur of the wind, giving the place a quiet serenity.
Junior stepped out first, his boots crunching against the gravel as he surveyed the scene. Helen followed gracefully, her presence calm and composed, while the six knights emerged last, their watchful gazes scanning the area with practiced precision.
The faint laughter of children playing inside reached Junior's ears, mingling with the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But the momentary peace was interrupted by a loud creak as the orphanage door swung open.
