"I grew up in an orphanage".
That first sentence alone made Leon secretly narrow his eyes. 'This guy… he's not wary of being vulnerable in front of me'.
'He's either very mentally resilient or he's a psychopath'.
Lucian leaned back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling of the underground facility of Leon's dream as he continued.
"Till I was 12, I didn't know who my biological parents were but I didn't care because living in the orphanage was beautiful". He smiled.
"Then, life was simple and happy".
"The days were bright and lively," his smile turned nostalgic. "I had a lot of friends and I had 2 bestfriends then, Ivy and John".
"Together, we terrorized our other siblings, causing a lot of mischief".
"Then, Sister Mariah was my mother". He chuckled. "She always preferred us calling her Sister Mariah, but to me, she was Mother Mariah".
"According to her, one day they simply found me at the doorstep of the orphanage in a basket. No note, no sentiment, just me".
