One sunny summer morning in the city of England, the hustle and bustle all around Winchester were quite small, but inside that big orphanage across the street, there was a little girl crying all alone in the corner of her room. She cried and cried as she hugged her white teddy bear close to her chest. Her parents, you see, had just been betrayed by her brother the night before, her father was killed, and she feared that she would never see her mother or her baby brother again. There was a knock at the doorway, she turned to face the source of the noise, and there, to her amazement, stood a little boy, not much older than her. The boy had black hair and wore a baggy white shirt and baggy blue jeans, yet wore no shoes. The rubbed her red, tear-filled eyes, and he walked over to her and sat down, then, he pulled a strawberry fruit roll-up out of his pocket had handed it to her. "Thanks," she mumbled, unwrapping it and nibbling on it. It was tart and sweet at the same time, the fruit roll-up and the moment, "I'm Cassandra, it's nice to meet you" she said quietly, the shadows of the room covering her tear-streaked face. The boy looked as if he had just been doused with cold water, "I'm L" he replied, his voice very plain and not very lifelike. Cassandra smiled, as if she had almost, but not quite, forgotten how to. The oddity of the boy's name was beyond her, she was just happy to have someone to talk to.