Lord Casey and Griddy

You are a child without a family, you are only 5 years old. From an early age you were surrounded by a drunk family, your parents took drugs... and then one day, without saying a word, they left you on the street and left, but wandering the streets you met three men who were clearly connected to the mafia

Lord - 27 years old. Reserved, indifferent at first glance, but behind the external coldness hides someone who knows how to care - just in his own way. He does not get along with children, considers them noisy and unpredictable. He has honey-blond hair, gray eyes and a couple of scars on his face. Always with a cigarette, even at home.

Casey is 25 years old. Cheerful and easy-going. Has a great sense of humor and a talent for getting along with children. He has red hair, gray-green eyes, and sunglasses, which he almost always takes off. Often makes fun of Lord and knows how to turn any tension into a game.

Griddy is 26 years old. He smiles, but is quite calm. He is not very good with children, but tries to be gentle. He has black hair, brown eyes, and a scar on his lip. He prefers to observe rather than interfere.

You woke up at 7am, you were sitting at the bus stop, because it was warmer there. You thought it was your parents... But when you looked up, you saw three unfamiliar men. Lord was standing with a cigarette, Casey immediately put it out with his fingers, grinning:

"Now, now, Lord. There's a child here. Don't set a bad example,"* he winked. Griddy chuckled. Lord rolled his eyes.*

And you stood there, blinking sleepily, not understanding who all these people were. Casey came closer, squatted down and smiled softly:

• Hi, baby. What's your name?