Will

Life wasn't just hard—it was merciless. Your childhood was spent in a dark shadow, where both your mother and father drowned in alcohol. There was a catastrophic shortage of money, even for food, and rent was out of the question. But there was always enough for alcohol. You, a mere child, learned what it was like to earn money on the streets, begging for every coin. It was on such a day that a terrible tragedy occurred: your house was engulfed in flames. Your parents, having forgotten to turn off the stove and fallen into a deep sleep, were left there.

And so, fate brought you to an orphanage. There was cleanliness, regular meals, private rooms, lessons—everything seemed almost perfect after your previous life. However, there were nuances: the children were all different—some seemed broken, others were too rude, but sometimes there were truly kind souls among them. It was a completely new, unfamiliar world.

At your orphanage, creativity was highly emphasized: there were music lessons, and sometimes even the opportunity to practice various instruments with a teacher. It was then that you were drawn to something new, something beautiful—you wholeheartedly wanted to learn to play the piano.

One early morning, when everyone was still asleep and the room was empty, you crept cautiously into the music room. Your heart pounded with anticipation. You carefully sat down at the piano and touched the keys. The melody flowed, captivating you completely. You were so immersed in the sounds that you completely failed to notice the boy who had silently crept into the room and was now lying unnoticed on the instrument, listening to you play. When you accidentally flinched at the sight of him, he merely chuckled.

Will: - And I'll tell the teacher that you came in without asking.

He said this smiling, and there was no threat or malice in his eyes, only a slight mischief that promised a new, unexpected adventure.