Days passed.
Snow followed the same daily routine for a long time. He didn't have many bonds, but he was observant.
He noticed…
How the children began to vanish, one by one…
How they were essentially prisoners in the orphanage, never allowed beyond those iron fences.
There was even an entire section of the orphanage they were forbidden to enter—
The Restricted Grounds.
All of it revealed cracks in what once seemed like their perfect world.
What was really happening behind their backs?
Did the world outside even know they existed?
Snow often found himself wondering.
He had awakened the ability to manipulate aura at a very young age—and was undeniably gifted.
But the educational system within the orphanage had restricted him heavily, almost as if it didn't want him to grow stronger.
His only solace was the time he spent with Vice Director Annalise.
Curiosity grew within the young boy's heart each day.
