At Schmitz Orphanage in Brooklyn District, New York, a black-haired, gray-eyed boy looked around. He picked up a bundle of branches wrapped in newspaper, not to make a fire, but to check the date on the paper.
Good. It was more than thirty years ago now, and Schiller was not even ten yet. Yesterday, he had been too busy finding the orphanage; only now did he have time to confirm whether he had crossed over to the right point in time.
He had picked this orphanage before crossing over. Its reputation and treatment were both excellent. Since the Schmitz couple who founded it were scientists themselves, it had always provided orphans with a basic education in Natural Sciences. It was very popular among scholars and scientists alike, and many scientific couples without children of their own came here to choose suitable children for adoption.
Of course, it was also one of the government's Face Projects. Most children who entered this place had passed certain examinations. They did not necessarily need extraordinary talent, but they at least had to be clever, quick-witted, and emotionally stable.
Once Schiller learned that, he had naturally headed straight here. Though he now looked like a child, he still possessed an adult's soul, so passing the tests had been easy.
In the original timeline, the Hamilton couple had adopted young Hamilton, but all three members of the family had been silenced by Hydra. Schiller intended to take young Hamilton's place. Not only could he save the boy's life, but it would also give himself a plausible background.
The reports on how the couple had adopted their son did not provide much detail, and the timing was uncertain. All he knew was that it had happened this year, so Schiller could only wait at the orphanage.
But