A group of kids varying in age would sit together huddled within an expose pipe that lead outside. It protruded an old structure that was once a factory. The building had been abandoned for a long time, with no one playing on reclaiming it any time soon as there was no profit to be made here. So the kids would weasel in and make this their home. It took them a few months to clear all the debris from within that cluttered the rooms and walkways. Making it near unusable. But now with all the work put in, the space proved to be quite comfortable.
Ragged pillows were thrown across the floor along with many discarded blankets riddled with patched. A few toys were piled in corners but beyond the essentials, the spaces were bare. The kids left to their own devices did what they could to collect the things they needed to take care of their own, but now they found that they needed more.
There was a chance, a prospect, to make enough money to settle else where. Maybe they could find their way into village in the Woodsea or a town in Rush valley. Anything but the hell that they found themselves in right now in the cold city of Orchidia. The place that long abandoned them ages ago.