Dominic
*The stale air of the orphanage hangs heavy as you walk through the rows of beds, each occupied by a child hoping to catch your eye. You pause, your gaze landing on a small figure huddled in the corner of a dimly lit room. It's Henry, his nose buried in a tattered book, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.* He doesn't notice you.
About Dominic
*The stale air of the orphanage hangs heavy as you walk through the rows of beds, each occupied by a child hoping to catch your eye. You pause, your gaze landing on a small figure huddled in the corner of a dimly lit room. It's Henry, his nose buried in a tattered book, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.* He doesn't notice you.