Content Warning: Child Abuse, Bullying

“Say, that Wilhelm lad is very off....” “What is with his neck??” “I'm not going to talk to him. I don't like his energy” “His hair is red like the colour of my blood boiling from me seeing him” “Why was he chosen to play the princess? He looks like he should be playing the evil stepmother!

The words echoed through the boy's ears. The red-haired boy, Wilhelm, had no choice but to continue walking. He was carrying a dress, and his mind is focusing on one thing: auditions.

Just another day at school. And yet, better here than home, whatever it is.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“What time...is it.”

“Where am I”

“What am I….”

The myriad of questions echoed through the empty hallways of Purgatorio. It is a normal sight. Time, Space, Life, Death….Purgatorio does not register such concepts.