Prologue:
It's dark. The wind is softly howling, rain pelting down, an occasional crack of thunder after a flash of lightning and the sky covered in dark raging fluffiness.
A cloaked figure dashes through the streets using the cloak to conceal something as if to protect it. The figures head is down slightly as the wind blows against the direction the figure is walking. The figure continues moving despite this refusing to give up on the quest that the figure laid out before itself.
Finally the figure stops and looks to the building that the figure is standing in front of.
The figure looks down then pulls what was being hidden which is a basket with a small baby in it. The figure glances to the orphanage sign and after swallowing harshly begins moving closer to the door. The figure stops in front of the door making them now out of the rain thanks to the slight roof above the door and looks down to the child. The figure crouches then places the basket down on the ground in front of the door and looks to the peacefully sleeping child. "I'm sorry." A few tears roll down the figures face and the figure leans over the basket to give a hug to the baby. "I'm so so sorry. I hope that you can forgive me for this." The figure says trying to hold back sobs as tears stream down the figures cheeks. "But... It has to be done... I hope you can understand... He's not coming back and I can't do this alone." The figure sobs a little before continuing. "It's for your own good." The figure makes sure the baby is comfortable in the basket, as well as placing a gentle kiss on the forehead, then stands with a sniffle only to knock on the door before running away.
The door opens and a woman glances around then looks down only to spot the baby in the basket.
"Oh dear." She picks up the baby to see if it's okay and finds it is in perfect condition. She blinks then glances around but sees no one. She looks back to the baby then is about to place the baby back in the basket when she spots something written on the onesie. "Kerry..." She reads then looks to the babies face. "Is that your name little one?" She puts the baby in the basket then picks up the entire basket only to take it inside shutting the door.
The figure who had been watching from the shadows of an alleyway sighs in relief then regretfully turns and leaves.
