In the grim, smoke-laden steampunk city of Ironhaven, nestled amidst factories belching black fumes and towering iron-wrought buildings, stood the Tenpenny Orphanage. It was not a place of comfort, but a gloomy, fear-stricken establishment ruled by the ruthless and avaricious man known as Allistair Tenpenny.
Allistair, a patron of the orphanage, had once been a child roamer of the city’s streets himself before he ruthlessly climbed the ranks of Ironhaven's industrialists. A man with a Dickensian sense of cruelty and exploitation, he employed the orphans in his hazardous factories under the guise of giving them shelter and education.
By day, the orphans labored, sweat and grime mixing with the soot on their faces, operating perilous machinery that clanked and whirred ominously. By night, they were confined within the bleak walls of Tenpenny Orphanage, kept in check by Allistair's cruel henchmen.
Among these orphans, fifteen-year-old Eliot, small