"Many years ago, Fuan was quite bustling, with so many children in the orphanage... Because the orphanage was so beautiful, we children from outside would sometimes envy those living inside... Look, over there was their playroom, that side was the dining hall, over there was where they slept, and that's where the directors and other orphanage staff stayed... If it hadn't burned down.." Liew Yuan's tone was somewhat wistful,
The orphanage's architecture had already fallen into disrepair, having been ravaged by a great fire, bearing traces of flames everywhere. Some parts were tattered beyond recognition, others pitch black; the ground was covered in many patches of black ash that, over the years, seemed to have settled heavily and stubbornly clung to the place...
If someone thought too much, they could imagine all sorts of horrific things from such filth...
