Description
I have one job. A job of trickery, and I always, always feel guilty about it. What job, you ask? Making letters. Nothing wrong right? No. Those letters are the ones I make for the children in those....orphanages with the cover that it was from their brothers and sisters that were....adopted. To make it not suspicious, I was forced to learn many writing styles and other languages. I don't really have to reply to every letter they sent but because of sympathy, I always do to make them feel better. My knowledge and maturity caught the eye of the Ratri and so since I was 5, I've been living here in Lambda. I have no memories before I was sent here and just followed orders for the sake of my life. And my life was spent meeting people through letters pretending as their siblings. Until I got a letter from the Grace Field house. -------- I do not own The Promised Neverland and the pics uploaded in the story. Hope you enjoy! ^-^
Prologue
