In an orphanage in a small city in Country Y, crying and howling.
"Don't cry! Don't cry!" A child with messy hair stepped on the small stone bench in the courtyard, pointing at the two boys who were crying in front of him with one hand on his waist.
She was only eight or nine years old, wearing canvas shoes and a pair of vests.
Her delicate face was a little dirty, and the corner of her forehead was blue, but her eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of determination.
In the face of her fierce look, the two boys who were kneeling on the opposite side screamed even more miserably.
"You're not allowed to cry!" The little girl stomped her feet and placed her hands on her hips. "Otherwise, I'll beat you up!"
Hearing this, the two boys kneeling on the ground were so shocked that their bodies trembled. They pursed their mouths and looked at her without crying.
"Apologize." The little girl pointed to a girl with a ponytail next to her. "If you apologize to twelve now, I'll forgive you."
"17, I, I'm fine." The little girl who was called twelve replied timidly.
Her ponytail was crooked, her face was painted, and a part of her sleeve was torn off.
"How is it all right? People who bully the weak and fear the strong should be punished. Otherwise, they will dare to bully you next time." The seventeen-year-old little face was serious.
The twelve were still afraid, and they couldn't help but hide behind the seventeen.
17 all stares at those 2 little boys at once.
"Yes..." The two of them were about to apologize when they caught a glimpse of the teacher hurrying towards them.
In an instant, the two of them continued to cry.
"Why are you crying again! Don't cry, I'm going to hit you!" 17-Year-Old Archer threatened her crisply.
"It's you again!" The teacher behind her had already come over. He grabbed 17-Year-Old Archer's arm and gave it a good beating. "You've only been here for three days, yet you're already slapping the children in the courtyard until they cry every day!"
17-Year-Old Archer was so painful that he frowned. He raised his head and said with dissatisfaction, "They beat 12th Childe first! I just let them have a taste of being beaten!"
"We didn't, we really didn't!" Of course the two children didn't admit it.
"You still dare to quibble!" Naturally, the teacher believed in the boy who had been beaten into a miserable state. He pinched her forcefully seventeen times before pulling her back. "Follow me, I must lock you up today."
"You are unreasonable! They just hit the twelve people, but you can't see it because you are blind!" 17 struggled to argue, "You don't believe it and ask the twelve people!"
"Don't ask me! No one wants you! How dare you to make trouble! How dare you curse me for being blind? If I don't starve you two times, you won't even know who I am!" The teacher didn't listen to her explanation at all and pinched her hard again, locking her in the detention room.
"You're so unreasonable!" 17-Year-Old Archer struggled, but his small body couldn't beat his teacher at all.
The door slammed shut, and the sounds of snoring instantly came from the 17th floor.
Darkness, boundless, not a single bit of light could be seen.
It was so stifling that he found it hard to breathe.
She curled up at the door, trembling with fear.
In the darkness, it was as if all sorts of terrifying things had been birthed, throwing themselves at her from all directions.
17-Year-Old Archer leaned against the cold wall and seemed to be the only one who could feel at ease.
Not knowing how long it took, the door was kicked open from the outside.
Before 17-Year-Old Archer could even react, he was already carried into someone else's arms.
"It's all right." A young man's voice was soft and soft. His fingers gently stroked her soft short hair, soft as if he was holding a fragile treasure in his hands.
Outside the detention room, there was only a dim light, and moths fluttered under the light.
17-Year-Old Archer weakly opened his eyes, but the first thing he saw was a handsome lad. Under the dim yellow light, she could still see the faint blue in his eyes. She was not afraid, but asked curiously, "Who are you?"
