Louisiana. Home of culture, food, people and mardigras.
However when you look deep into the heart, it's full of insanity.

The year is 2017, three years after the incident. Some kids run down the street playing with an old can.

Boy1:*stops them* guys look...
Boy2:*looks* that's the Roberts Orphanage isn't it...
Boy3:*nods*
Boy2: my mom says that place had a accident. Something bad.
Boy1:*frowns* they killed people there. My old friend died there.....
*the other two look at each other*

*the scene fades into the same street but it's light outside*
The trees have leaves again, the streets are buzzing and the orphanage is repainted and repaired.

The year is now 2004. Inside the orphanage everyone is waking up, relaxing, or doing their chores.

The house is a three story house. The first floor is a bit big. It has a door that leads down into the hallway that connects to the dinning room and living room.
The living room has a small wooden staircase that leads to the second floor. It goes into a hallway that is the entrance to everyone's rooms. Half of the rooms are shared bedrooms, and they are divided by genders. There are two bathrooms in the house. The stairs at the end of the ball lead to the third floor.

The third floor has the staff's rooms. One for each of them. The attic door has always been locked. So nobody has ever seen what's up there, but late at night the light is always on.

Carl-*sits on the front porch smoking a cigarette*

Kenny:*does the laundry for one of his chores*

Jane:*sits on the window cill* *watches people walk by*

Quinn:*draws on the sidewalk*