The boy who Hel Thorn had once been had been lucky for a foster kid. He’d been placed in his first semi-permanent foster home at the age of two, so he hadn’t remembered anything except growing up there. He’d had to move when he was seven, but other than that, Hel had always been in the same place. He’d never experienced the general excited terror of being the new kid at school. He’d gone with Aki, and watched his new guardian lie seamlessly to his new headmaster, pass over important looking docu