The Janitor's Requiem

ulity. With her hands held firmly, the old lady stood opposite him, looking at h

amily. The Blackthorne family tree. You are destine

the city? I grew upup in an orphanage, lady. My bunk was the only item I h

r. "I promise there isn't an error. The conditions of your childh

eft by my mother in front of the orphanage. I was

you were not abandoned by your mother. It was your nanny who left you there. Your

like icy water, Thomas fixed

parents in their last days. The only location, in her opinion, where you could st

" The voice of Thomas b

twork that permeates this metropolis was being exposed by your mother

on him, the room seemed to tilt. He repe

sed away, this city has fallen into anarchy. There is no one left to opp

This is crazy. Expecting me to think of myself as the city's chose

ne family's tradition. The riches, prestige, and business of your family are

"No." This is not something I can accom

annot resist your identity. This city has been influenced by your lin

voice resonating across the room

a leather-bound folder that was on the table. She t

s will make

nd when he hesitated. As soon as he s

and sincere as they stood side by side. A deep, unsaid memory was evoked by the woman's delica

stood in front of them, his little hand

ehind him. He looked at it, unable to take his eyes off it,

nd your parents together. Your father is Jonat

ish and rage battling within of him. "Why-why did no one come

argeted by the same individuals who murdered your parents. The nanny decided

nd you want me to simply... enter this life now? To repair a city

ul you are. You have endured things that most people would no

ntered, his face tight, wearing a fitted suit. "Madam Eleanor," he m

'll talk about this further later. However, you must r

age on the table seemed to pierce his thoughts, the

e put his finger on stirring for t

anxi

t Thomas shouted out to her. "

cy of your family is important. Thomas, the city is cal