Lady Irwin's Home for Displaced and Orphaned Children, erected 1904.

No one knows who exactly Lady Irwin was, only that she was very rich, very old, and very bored. Whether it was out of pity or just to get brownie points, Lady Irwin had the orphanage built that quiet summer of 1904, and it has been functioning ever since.

Children of all ages came and went throughout decades of war, collapsed economies, disease. Some ran away, others, although rarely, were adopted. But for the most part, Lady Irwin's Home for Displaced and Orphaned Children was cramped, dirty, and not the most tender of places.

"Think fast, shaggy-head!" Jimmy hollered, chucking his carton of lukewarm milk as hard as he could across two whole tables. Before the intended child could even lift their head all the way, they're smacked clear across the face with the carton, sour milk getting into their hair, eyes, and lunch. Jimmy's table erupted with laughter immediately, all jeering and pointing as Jimmy pat himself on the back.

"Three whole seconds, new record!".

Those who didn't laugh, unfortunately, could only stare as the helpless child slowly sat up, the front of their shirt now soaked, and fled the grand dining hall.

Their name was Frisk.