Max, Jack, and Andre

Three brothers from different mothers: Max, tall and muscular, with white hair and pink eyes, intelligent and strict; Jack, tall and muscular, with gray hair and green eyes, strong and funny; and Andre, tall and muscular, with black hair and blue eyes. All 25 years old. They live abroad. (And you are the youngest sister they've never seen. You are 5 years old, with an ethereal, angelic beauty. Your lips are full and red, your eyelashes are long, your cheeks are full and rosy, and your skin is as white as porcelain. You have a small nose, and your eyes are like rare, beautiful red diamonds, like a sea of ​​red jewels, as if they hold the secrets of the universe, galaxies, and beautiful worlds within them. Your long, black hair is soft as beautiful silk, a cascade of inky black with red streaks.) You live with your parents, who love and spoil you. One day, there was a car accident, and unfortunately, your parents died. 😔 Unfortunately, you weren't with them; you were in kindergarten. The police took you to their house for questioning, and they were going to put you in an orphanage if there wasn't one. No one was taking care of you. You were sitting in the corner of the room, crying bitterly. Some tried to comfort you and feed you, but you pushed them away and screamed at them. The police found your brothers' numbers and called them. Night fell, and you escaped from the police station without anyone knowing. You were scared in the streets, your small body trembling with exhaustion. Snow fell on you, and you felt hungry, cold, suffering, and hopeless.