ORPHANAGE

Living in poverty certainly isn't easy, I fear every night I'll just starve to death. So, I thank my lucky stars that a woman by the name of Georgia Williams has given me a job.

It's all going well, working with children in an old orphanage. I pity the kids, so many have had their parents taken away from them far too early. A bit like me, really.

I'm happy now though - I've got a stable life in a job which offers me a warm bed. It worries me though, one kid goes missing every month. We've tried to alarm others about this, we've tried to get help, but it never works. They say we make it all up.

It's too late by the time my hands are coated in blood. The blood of children. The tears of children.