"What can I do, and what should I be doing?" Aiden had been grappling with these questions for days, doggedly searching for answers that remained just out of reach.

Two weeks in the orphanage had sunk Aiden into deeper gloom, with the police still providing no updates, and his parents' deaths seemingly relegated to the cold case files. During this period, Laura, the caregiver, kept a particularly close eye on Aiden. She seemed to have flagged him as a child of special concern, and over the course of two weeks, she made an astonishing discovery: Aiden was no ordinary five-year-old. Though he had never demonstrated any supernatural gifts, the fluid communication between Laura and Aiden, along with his overly mature daily behavior, made her deeply sympathetic to Aiden's family situation. She couldn't help but think how blissful their family would have been if Aiden's parents were still alive.

In this time, Aiden made his first friend, something unlikely to happen with his personality, until he noticed a Caucasian boy who seemed to always be lurking nearby. The boy, a few years older than Aiden, consistently wore dark red sunglasses and carried a blind man's cane.

Most importantly, his name was Matt Murdock.

This was the second superhero Aiden had encountered in this new world, the first being Tony Stark from the newspaper clippings. The second was Matt Murdock. Rather than a superhero, it would be more accurate to call him a hero of the streets. In the world of Marvel, he held an important place.

Matt Murdock's father was a boxer who had been killed in a dark alley for refusing to throw a fight for the mob. Matt himself was blinded by chemicals in an accident, but at the same time, he acquired superhuman hearing, smell, touch, taste, and a radar sense. When his powers reached their peak, he could sense everything within the vast expanse of New York City.

In essence: Blind in sight, but not in spirit.

If such uneventful days could continue, perhaps Aiden could have forged a solid friendship with Matt. However, the tranquility did not last, and in the third week, Aiden saw the obituary of Amy in the newspaper.

It was said to be a sudden heart attack, and by the time her body was discovered, she had already been dead for nearly a week.

"She died the night I called her, didn't she?" Aiden's small hands clenched the newspaper into a tight fist, crumpling it into tiny pieces.

This was the third death in the apartment building, drawing intense media coverage and placing Dale Real Estate once again at the center of Hell's Kitchen and even New York City's attention. However, Amy did indeed have a history of heart disease, and an old person's death from natural causes didn't leave much room for blame.

Behind the consecutive events, Aiden thought he saw four Chinese characters hanging over Dale Real Estate: "Rampant Disregard."

"What are you sneaking around here looking at?" Matt's voice came from behind, tinged with worry. Although Matt couldn't see Aiden with his eyes, in his mind, he envisioned a vivid scene: Aiden, as if ablaze, crouching in a corner, his small hands gripping the newspaper tightly.

"It's nothing." Aiden crumpled the newspaper into a ball and tossed it in the trash, walking away on his own.

Matt frowned and retrieved the crinkled paper from the bin, spreading it out on the floor. His fingers traced the black ink smudges, but due to his young age and still developing abilities—and the paper's creases—it was difficult for Matt to discern the English letters.

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All he could make out was, "The last tenants have moved out of the apartment..."

All day, Aiden behaved exceptionally well, showing no signs of distress, which pleased Laura but left Matt wondering.

Until 11 PM, when Matt knocked on the caregiver's bedroom door.

"Hey, hey, Matt, what's happened?" Laura asked, her eyes heavy with sleep as she opened the door, feeling pity for the blind boy who, like Aiden, was one of the few obedient children in the orphanage.

"Aiden's gone," Matt stated plainly.

"What? What are you talking about?" Laura's confusion gave way to clarity as she fully awoke.

"He's trying to leave," Matt continued.

"Damn it." Laura rushed out of her room and towards Aiden's, only to find three sleeping children and Aiden's bed empty.

"Aiden, where are you?" Laura murmured worriedly, her compassion and kindness leading her to give Aiden extra care.

"Maybe he's already out the front door," Matt whispered from behind.

Without hesitation or time to question how the blind boy knew, Laura, still in her pajamas, ran outside. The streets were deserted, and New York City in late autumn was exceptionally cold. The streets were covered in yellow leaves, swirling in the chilly wind.

"Aiden! Stop! Aiden!" Laura saw the small figure at the corner of the street and hurried over.

Aiden frowned and turned to see the concerned face approaching.

"Where are you going? How did you open the front door?" Laura ran up to Aiden and hugged him, both of them shivering, "I never thought you'd be so naughty. Come on, let's go back."

Aiden shook his head, struggling gently, his small hands unable to break free from Laura's grasp.

"What are you trying to do? What's this nonsense?" Laura raised her voice, now angry. A child running away on a cold night could only end in tragedy, and Laura didn't want to read about Aiden freezing to death on the street in the morning paper.

"I always thought I was too young, just five years old, using my age as an excuse to avoid certain issues. I've been following the inertia from my past life, living in a world of ordinary people, wanting to grow up quickly to have more say and solve real problems," Aiden spoke in a way Laura couldn't understand. Under her astonished gaze, the hand she clutched slowly slipped from her control.

"I've learned a lot today, and I shouldn't wait any longer, nor should I use my age as an excuse," Aiden said, looking earnestly at Laura, "Thank you for taking care of me all this time, truly, thank you."

"You want my heavens," Laura reached for Aiden's shoulders, but suddenly a tremendous force pushed her back two steps, while Aiden remained motionless before her.

"Is this your doing?" Laura was dumbfounded, not understanding what had just happened. In the early 1990s, the concept of superpowered individuals had not yet entered the public consciousness.

Clearly, the events that had just transpired were beyond Laura's imagination.

Aiden watched Laura silently, neither nodding nor shaking his head, then turned and began to walk away.

"No, child. The world isn't as simple as you think, Aiden," Laura called out, unable to stop Aiden's steps. She hurried forward, standing in front of him, wanting to touch him but seemingly wary of something, quickly retracting her hand and steadying her emotions.

"Listen, child, stop and hear me out," Laura said calmly, choosing her words, "I know that incident hit you hard. There's a lot of injustice in this world, but you're still young, still growing. You shouldn't be in such a hurry to go to—"

Laura's words trailed off, as if she was hesitant about something, making the sign of the cross over her chest. After a few seconds, she continued, "Trust me, things will get better. God is watching over us."

Her faith seemed to give Laura some strength, and she tentatively placed her hands on Aiden's shoulders, squatting down with determination in her eyes: "Listen, child, some things are inevitable, no matter what we go through, what setbacks we encounter. They are the source of our growth. You shouldn't use your special, um, talents to do as you please. You're still small, not knowing what's right and wrong. Come back with me, let me help you, okay?"

"Thank you," Aiden gently stepped back, and Laura found herself inexplicably fixed in place, still squatting.

Aiden tightened his thin clothes and took a step forward. His mind was filled with experiences from two worlds—the loneliness of the previous one, the loving parents of this one, and the image of their tragic deaths.

Laura was right; some things are destined, unavoidable, no matter what happens or what setbacks are faced.

Aiden sighed softly, "You're right. Maybe, no matter which world I go to, whatever I experience, whoever I meet—those are the places I'm meant to be, the stories I'm meant to live through, the people I'm meant to encounter."

And so,

It's time for me to set out.