Her cries as a baby made him go to her.
There was no one left alive, and she had been bundled around in a white wrapper. She looked so innocent, and cried so very loud. The moment he saw her, the menace around him vanished and he was able to calm down. He picked up the baby with red hair, and took her directly to an orphanage.
He dropped her, rang the doorbell and left.
Once in five years, he would pass by and would find himself going to check up on her. For the first five, she had already been adopted. He watched her from a distance as she was struggling to reach to a high place, and someone was screaming her name from inside the house. She looked pale, and thin like she was being starved.
Why should he care? He would ask himself, and leave.
Another five years, and he was passin
