THIRD PERSON
FLASHBACK
The past does not stay buried, rather it waits.
Years ago..... Before the Pack.... before the pain..... Before the chains..... There was a place filled with quiet sorrow and forgotten names.
An orphanage.
Cold walls. Shared beds. Children who learned too early that no one was coming for them.
Among them, two girls.
Elara and Claire.
One quiet. One observant. The other sharp. Watchful. Always calculating.
Elara keeps to herself. She helps where she can. Cleans. Shares. Endures.
Claire watches. At first just watches. Then learns.
Because even as a child Claire understands something most don’t. Kindness is not power. Attention is. And she wants it.
Inside the orphanage office voices murmur. A man stands with authority carved into his posture. Cold. Decisi
