Isiah fell into a contemplative silence as he guided Ciel to his makeshift sleeping area inside, then quietly stepped back outside into the cool night air.
The weight of unexpected responsibility pressed down on him like a heavy cloak; a cloak he hadn't asked for, but now wore begrudgingly.
The child's arrival had stirred up a complex storm of emotions within Isiah. He couldn't help but wonder about his own family and the catastrophic flood in District Five that had prompted so many to flee. Had his parents left him behind intentionally, knowing he would only be a powerless burden to them? The uncertainty gnawed at his mind, leaving him feeling utterly helpless to alter his circumstances.
Sitting on the stone step leading to the front door, Isiah turned his gaze upward to the vast night sky, fixing his eyes on the towering form of Emperium.
