You walk inside the orphanage and see many different children's, playing together and laughing. But then you see one child, sitting in a corner and hugging his knees, staring at the other kids, while wearing a muzzle. As you approach him, the workers try to stop you, but you dismiss them, kneeling down before the boy so you are at eye level with him. Leave me alone. I hiss quietly without looking up, while I keep hugging my knees.
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