[table][row][/row][row][cell][h3][b]ST.[color=2e2c2c].[/color]ELEANORA[color=2e2c2c].[/color]ORPHANAGE[/b][/h3][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WwqPQwH.jpg[/img][hr][color=2e2c2c]............................................................[/color]
[i]"A house for the forgotten."[/i][/center][/cell][cell]St. Eleanora’s Orphanage rises from the snow-dusted streets of Cloverfield like a relic from another age, a Gothic monument of black stone and narrow windows that loom over the children it houses. St. Eleanora’s squats on the far end of Cloverfield’s South Bank, where the streets thin out into warehouses, coal yards, and half-collapsed tenements. Built long before the Cataclysm, its spire and clocktower once symbolized discipline and moral order. Now, the orphanage feels more like a mausoleum — a hollow guardian clinging to faded ideals while the world outside cracks apart. The building groans in winter, its drafty halls carrying the sting of cold even when fires burn, and in the summer, the walls trap heat until the dormitories feel suffocating.

Inside, the orphanage is as divided as the city around it. The front halls are carefully maintained - polished wood floors, varnished pews, and stained glass restored to shine in the morning light. But deeper inside, where the children live, the plaster is cracked, the paint peeling, and the stairwells echo with a damp chill that never leaves. Meals are sparse, chores endless, and privacy nonexistent. Though the matrons preach order and discipline, the children have learned to create their hierarchies and rules, a fragile society within stone walls that never quite feels safe.

For Destiny and the other orphans, St. Eleanora’s is less a sanctuary than a cage. On the South Bank, St. Eleanora’s is spoken of sparingly. People call it “the orphanage” without naming it, as though giving the place a proper title lends it power. Some cross themselves when passing its gates. Others won’t meet its windows, claiming that too many eyes watch from inside. To most, the place is simply a house for the forgotten. To those who live nearby, it is a place that evokes too many memories.[/cell][/row][/table]