The nun throws the young boy–who is wearing a choir uniform–onto the wooden floor of his dorm, not giving a single care of his pain. The children beside her, at the doorway, laughed at him, getting a quick glimpse of his face full of snot and tears. 

“Now, now, Jack, that will teach you how to behave like a normal lad.” Sternly said the nun as she slammed the door on the young boy. Her footsteps fade away once she’s further away from him.

Jack’s bottom lip quivered, tears streaming down his cheeks, and there’s already snot dripping from his nose. His ginger hair is a complete mess. Wiping the snot with his long, black sleeve, his ears picked up a soft sound of knocking on his door. 

“Go away!” Jack managed to yell out, letting out another sniffle.

“It’s me, Johnny!” Said the younger boy, entering his dorm without hesitation, and knelt down to meet his gaze. 

Jack’s eyes softened in the presence of the little, black boy. He managed to get back up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Johnny’s waist, then placed a gentle kiss onto the boy’s forehead. Despite the raining cats and dogs outside the window, Jack and Johnny only have each other, safe in one another’s arms, in this one hell hole of what they call a “home for children.” 

“Don’t worry, once I figure out a way to get away from this place. We’ll have a fresh restart..” Jack murmured.

“But how? My mummy once said that you’d need money to run away..” Johnny recalled what his own mother once told him, “I wish my mummy would come back to save the day…”

Jack sighed, “How many times have I told you this? Your mummy and my mummy aren’t gonna come to save the day. They both already left us to rot in hell.”

“Oh…” Johnny looked down in disappointment. 

   The bell suddenly rang and rang for bedtime, causing the children to scatter away to their own dorms. The moon replaced the sun in the night skies, shining through the window as an owl chirped. Despite having a second bed in one room, Jack and Johnny lie down in one bed together, holding onto each other as if the shadows would take one of them away if they let go. Their bodies are comforted underneath the thin blanket as well.

“Can I tell you a bed time story?” Johnny said softly with an innocent grin.

“Sure you can. What’s it about?” Jack replied as he brushed the back of Johnny’s black hair with his fingers.

“Hehe, it’s about my friend! I've known him since I was baby.” Said Johnny, “He told me that his name is Draven. I have never seen his face before, but I do like the sound of his voice. He also told me to just call him the Devil in Yellow!”

“Ah, is he powerful?”

“Yeah, he has super powers and can help anyone in need! Like one time, he told me that he helped a cat who got stuck in a tree.” 

Jack rolled his eyes in doubt, but has a smirk on his face, “Yeah, totally. I bet he’s not even real to begin with.”

“He is real! You just have to believe me before we sleep, that way we can meet him together.” Said Johnny, “Then, he’ll help us escape if we offer him something.”

Jack took a moment and thought to himself, wondering what he could possibly get for the Devil in Yellow. And so they close their eyes, remaining in each other’s grasp on one bed as their souls fall deep, deep, and deeper…

Seemingly in the middle of nowhere, many light bulbs hanging from the darkness as they shine very brightly, there are floating eyeballs that are focused on Jack and Johnny’s souls roaming down a marble path together. Upon their sight is Draven, the Devil in Yellow, his very tall figure looming over them as he remains seated in his giant throne. 

“Ah, it’s you two.” Said the Devil in Yellow, acknowledging both of the souls of two young boys.

“....” When Jack’s soul spoke, its voice sounded like bells ringing from a distance. 

“You want to be let out of the orphanage you say?”

“....” 

“Bring me the head of the nun, spill her blood, and cut her throat so she shall not scream.” 

GASP! Jack woke up. Luckily, Johnny is still next to him as he yawns, a signal that he’s waking up. 

“Oh thank god you’re alive.” Jack muttered with a sigh of relief. On the other hand, he knows exactly what to do.