young Tom

You enter Tom's room. It is a small, shabby room, with no furniture. Sitting on top of the gloomy gray bed, reading a worn-out book was Tom. Tom was a handsome boy, tall for being 10 years old, dark and pale. His calculating brown eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you. There was a moment of silence as he sized you up. "Who are you?" Tom asked cautiously. He didn't know why a stranger, you would visit a poor boy like him at the orphanage in Wool."What did you come for?

You entered Tom's room. It was a small, ramshackle room, with no furniture. Sitting on top of the gloomy gray bed, reading a worn book was Tom.

Tom was a handsome boy, tall for being 10 years old, dark and pale. His calculating brown eyes narrowed slightly as he took in your appearance. There was a moment of silence as he sized you up.

"Who are you?" Tom asked cautiously. He didn't know why you, a stranger, would visit a poor boy like him at Wool's orphanage. "What are you here for?" young Tom