It was as he was walking he started trying to recollect more of his forgotten memories, when focusing extremely hard it resulted to one truth only. Truly everything he once knew was gone. His name wasn't even in his recollection, and he had to be called something, and in quick succession he named himself Klaus, nothing too stuck out.
Truly it was only a placeholder before he found who he actually is; He continued moving on ignoring the various consequences he could face with his newfound dementia, his first goal right now is to get adopted.
While walking forwards he suddenly stopped in silent steps, turning around to see if he had finally found his location. His focus was shattered as when he turned his jaw dropped in exasperation gauging its immense scale standing in awe, in front of him was a mansion. Built out of wood and generally cheap materials lowered its value however in first impression it must've cost a fortune to be built. A sign could be seen on top of the mansion, stuck up poorly and hastily sticking out like a poor thumb. Nearly falling diagonally the sign was written in bold black ink,
'Richtor's Orphanage, free of charge!'.
Advertising proudly and loudly in front of customers which simply were not there. A large gate stood before him, triple his height with detailed symbols that could be seen in small carvings at the metal. Klaus rang the bell beside the gate and awkwardly stood by for what could be seen as an eternity before an old lady with wrinkles that seemed to age her 50 years came to his calling.
'Dear goodness! You must have been under the devils trials to be this roughed up, I can see the bruises everywhere. God seems to have ridden you under a terrible tribulation. Allow me to patch you up, head inside young child'.
The lady dressed in heavy clothing had a sense of kindred with Klaus, her tone making him truly feel safe a feeling he had not felt for when he since woke up. It was a nice change of pace, Klaus pondered over the strangers warning. Perhaps he was simply looking to scare him, and make him discard a precious opportunity, though there was no motivation to suggest it it might just be out of people's joy for their perverted sense of seeing failure and the contrast between them themselves. After all he was... no stranger to it?
Klaus had not known yet his past life, however this feeling of distrust was imprinted onto him, it seemed to make him cautious. 'Aware and plan for the worse', mixed emotions could be felt as he then again looked towards the old lady, for better or not, he always has to believe the world is against him. May this feeling be from his past persona, deeply engraved in his heart like his ideals, Klaus holds faint assurance about but it felt clearly like intuition, his gut feeling that Klaus had followed for an arduously long time, as he remained in thought the old lady pulled him back into reality interrupting with a brief call.
'Come in child, we allow all kinds of people in here. You do not have to be afraid child, I hold your precious mind and soul dear to me, so does everyone else here when you come inside. This will be your residence soon, we treat each youngling kindly, I may not share the same experience as you but in this mansion. Everything is ours, and everything is yours.'
A joyous smile from the old lady welcomed him nicely, but Klaus noticed he could not find any other intent, only one single emotion. It could not help but bring upon suspicion. Every word someone says naturally have various convictions or emotions, it would likely never happen when someone truly holds one single emotion in their words, much less when said to a stranger she doesn't even know. It required complete trust to pour out what they truly feel, and that seemed to be an impossible option for a initial meeting. Highly aware of his surroundings, he took care in each of every step. Trying to sense traps in what lies only 5 metres before him, the old lady beckoned for him to hurry up. And after waiting not too long, around a minute he arrived inside the Orphanage. It seemed eerily quiet inside, no sounds could be heard nor footsteps of the loud wooden floor. Given that this was an orphanage offering support for free leeches would've come flying to this place filling this place up within the second it opened.
'It gives off quite the scary vibes too, no right to complain though. They likely don't even get funding, I'd better be grateful if I even had a room.' thought Klaus reminding the state he currently is in.
He followed the old lady's footsteps, she made little presence and looked like the only guardian here, he was left in his own mind with several questions. But limited it down to one,
'It would be a pain if I annoyed her during my first day, I can't risk living without any help.'
'Ma'am, how many children live here?'
The old lady continued walking in silence holding a cup in her hands, she seemed unperturbed by the sudden question, almost not acknowledging it happened at all. The hall echoed my words, and she opened her lips to reply
'This is your room child, do not be scared to enter, that question you asked will be answered tomorrow. It is simply too late now, I will meet you next morning, goodbye and make good rest'. She talked in a sterner tone than before.
Klaus looked ahead and saw room number 15, inside left a wardrobe, table, a reasonably large bed and a mirror. He had not gotten a good look at himself yet but now with all the time in the world he could spare some to see. His ragged clothes seemed torn and covered with grime, even he slightly grimaced at looking, there was a good change of clothes in the wardrobe he saw. And changed with a short brown pants and shirt. The most unusual feature he noticed was his silver eyes, it was apparent that it's quite rare as he saw most to have either brown or black. Fatigue had finally taken hold of him, stricken him with a sense of sleepiness. And Klaus leapt onto the warm fluffy bed. For one thing, it's certainly better than sleeping on a rock, but now as he recalled her saying it was quite late in the night was mysterious. As he looked outside indeed it was night, and the stars could be seen far above.
'It was morning when I woke up, I swore before I entered the sun was shining. How could it be that its already nighttime? The hall was never ending too. It took over 5 minutes just to walk to my room, how impossibly big could this mansion even be, time passed too fast and now the size of the house is bigger inside than outside.'
He was reminded of the stern tone she carried before told to go to bed, it planted seeds of doubt to him, as the mystery expanded furthermore the more he was left to think about his strange situation.
'How could no one even be here? There's absolutely no way out of a major continent i'm the only one in this orphanage'.
His mind tried to rest desperately attempting to put Klaus to sleep. Malnutrition has had clear effects on him now, and mere thinking would tire him out even further. His eyes began to close yet he could not let go of his clinging growing fear of the orphanage he had put himself in, as his vision began to dim things managed to change locations, objects became unclear. Klaus came to a realisation he could not trust his world anymore, not even his own eyes. Only his unknown past, his intuition, his hints of knowledge of the world is when certainty is possible.