The clock in the entryway chimed exactly eleven times, its deep, resonant tolling echoing through the high ceilings of the orphanage.
Right on cue, just as the owner had promised, the heavy oak doors of the dining hall swung open. One by one, a steady stream of children began to file into the room.
They walked with an orderly, practiced ease, though their eyes immediately darted toward the large group of adults standing near the service counters.
There was a brief flicker of curiosity in their expressions, but it quickly faded into a comfortable indifference. They were clearly accustomed to the routine, used to the sight of random strangers and catered lunches into their quiet sanctuary.
"They're incredibly well-mannered," Rai murmured, his voice low as he watched the seamless transition. "You'd think they were in a strict boarding school, but they don't look tense."
"Heavy training, probably," Zade replied, his hand resting lightly on Rai's shoulder.
