All that can be said is that it was a very dreary day, the clouds weeping loudly, summoning their family from the clouds to share with them their sorrow and their apparent overwhelming sadness, covering in black and gray the yellow suns and the sweet breezes of the wind scattering them with deadly hurricanes and a screeching wind, as if they knew what This place is suffering .

To console him with a sigh of rain, pouring out her anger with those thunderbolts and lightning, it was Friday the second of December in the year two thousand and one, all the inhabitants of this orphanage were workers, supervisors and orphans remaining in the family for fear of the severe clouds with an unknown cause .

The supervisor, with a stern face and a cold, emotionless expression, was carrying a cup of hot tea and fresh gingerbread from the kitchen while some starving bellies passed by that door in the disgrace of her usual watch of the corridors, until she heard a knock on the door.

At first I thought it was just the sound of something crashing because of these strong winds and clouds that do not bode well, but those roads continued and did not stop to be able to distinguish them from the impact.

You were never surprised by this situation, as this happens a lot in all orphanages, meaning that it is not a new thing when people leave their children at the doors of orphanages due to extreme poverty and inability to raise, so they think that it is better for their children to live in the orphanage to receive the necessary care, oblivious to whether this is the case. The theory is true or false, it is just an axiomatic hypothesis that everyone imagines based on their fertile and abundant imaginations.

The clouds did not stop crying that day, perhaps because they welcomed a new child in this orphanage, welcoming the sorrow and sadness of the next life, and they were growing in size, so they did not want to suppress those feelings of blatant pain because of the obvious anguish and distraction .

To turn a new, white page on that day, threatening many sprinkles of black ink after entering the orphanage, perhaps it would have been better to put it in at least another place, he would not have faced this fate at an early age, as a rose withered in the blossom of youth, it turned out to be a girl, so you will fascinate her and In other words, Supervisor Maxwell cramped her among many of the infants, emaciated and emaciated .

It was just a small room hardly enough for everyone, with no style, except for the gray walls confused how to paint them, perhaps this place has not been restored for a long time, or a long time, very far!!! .

The superintendent gave the baby a name, this name was Joanna Luster, she had taken the name from a headstone in a cemetery when she attended a funeral, well it's a bad start, a name from some gravestone, well she gave birth to a new Joanna.

Anyway, she grew up red-haired, blue-eyed, poised in that dreary orphanage with her pure white skin and her hair like a blazing cartoon fire, yet the newly arrived girls were not allowed to keep their clothes, but were confiscated by the hateful supervisor.

At the age of five, the little girl became clever and clever despite her young age. There they were allowed to attend lessons with a tolerant teacher who was very kind to these young orphans.

They were taught as all the ordinary students did, but the professors are the ones who come to teach, and they are never and never allowed to get out of that place which for Joanna was just a prison with iron bars, and Superintendent Maxwell is the stubborn, mean jailer who doesn't let the prisoner breathe tightly. The space of each rod and preventing sunlight from entering to refresh the heart, and just a nightmare from which you wish to wake up in a hurry, but it is not possible, it is a reality, and it is only possible to face the truth.