When the first rays of morning sunlight shone into Jeanne's room, she had already opened her eyes.
Sitting up in bed, Jeanne scratched her itchy scalp, making her previously messy black hair even more tangled.
Sunlight streamed through the four-petaled cross-shaped windows, casting shadows on the floor. Through the pointed arches, Jeanne could hear the distant sounds of children laughing and playing.
These were Horn's Child Soldiers, now expanded to 55 members, divided into 5 squads. First-generation Child Soldiers like René and Duvalon had mostly become captains.
Thinking of this, Jeanne couldn't help but recall when the Child Soldiers held their collective baptism recently.
That big silly white-haired guy insisted on getting baptized too, shamelessly calling Brother Horn "papa" along with the Child Soldiers.
Jeanne gripped the sheets tightly, her teeth grinding noisily.
