The Consequences of One's Own Actions

Carlisle Schultz was an orphan.

Since it was simply the truth, he had never complained about it.

He had known since childhood that complaining wouldn't change anything.

But even so. There was nothing he could do about the loneliness that visited him from time to time.

It had been back when he was in the orphanage. His place was by the window.

Every evening after dinner, Carlisle looked out the window at the world beyond.

The dazzling nightscape, people with happy expressions.

The sight of affectionate families, and even couples getting along wonderfully.

‘Someday… I, too…’

As he gazed at that scenery, Carlisle would sometimes picture his future...