The rain thrums against the tall lead glass windows where lances of silver light struggle to illuminate the echoing lobby of the Scions of Odium Orphanage.

For decades the unwanted, unloved, unhomed children of the city were shuffled through the doors of the ashen building. "They\'ll be safe there, taken care of they will be"; the uncaring bureaucrats and public assured by their own arrogance that this was the right thing to do for these children. Little did they know that the lost ones left here were learning far more than reading, writing and arithmetic...