A young blonde boy in well-worn suspenders with white bandages covering his left eye arrived at the Benefactor's mansion, carrying a white bag. His name was Aaron Buckley. Aaron had heard rumors of a supernatural orphanage and due to those rumors he had found it. Life on the streets had been rough, and it was a farcry from the pampered lifestyle he had grown up in, but that was a long time ago anyway. This place had given him hope, and now he had arrived.
The mansion was certainly very beautiful. Not even his family's mansion could compare. It also seemed oddly quiet, but Aaron was sure that would change on the inside. There were probably a whole batch of people just like him inside. So he put the bag he was holding above his shoulder, walked up the steps of the front door and rang the doorbell. Living here was the best he could hope for, with that power of his and its consequences. He wanted to live out his days comfortably until it came upon him. He didn't think they would be happy, as he couldn't imagine being happy ever again, but he wanted them to atleast be comfortable.
