The Orphanage where most of them have grown for several years had now quavered to rest. As the others moved out from the sewers, Jazon went inside to check the situation and opened one of the doors of the Orphanage and saw it blank. The hallway is empty and those portraits which are hanging on the wall were the only things that stared him back. The clock is moving. He progressed to some rooms and witnessed the children lying on their beds, soundlessly sleeping, together with the nuns, without knowing what tomorrow will bring. They have plunged with their dreams and he had wished that they got the good ones. A hand was plopped on his shoulder unexpectedly. Leovander had followed him and his face anguished when he watched them. “Do you think they would still wake up?” He questioned in a wh

