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Going from place to place was something you were used to. You came to realize at a young age that people would come and go with the snap of a finger. You witnessed your friends in the orphanage get adopted one-by-one until there were none of the original kids except you.
Your hopes were lowered to the bare minimum until you were put into a foster home with the Jones. The couple had a younger daughter named Coraline—Coraline who you would later consider your sister.
They were the best family you could ever ask for, better than your own parents who left you at the doorstep of a church.
Well—everything was fine until the accident happened.
The move was a blur and your new neighbors were certainly something.
But what catches your eye is how weird the owner of the Pink Palace grandson was.