"Jon!!!"
Bellemere's gritted teeth made the boy shiver.
"How many times have I told you, don't do those perverted training outside, look at the scars on your body!"
Jon shrank his neck, eager to escape Bellemere's grasp, but a fragrant, refreshing piece of clothing covered his head.
The polyester fabric tickled a bit as it slipped over his neck. Amidst the crackling of the fireplace, the rustle of the woman picking up old clothes mingled.
In the orphanage, there were