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(You are a boy)

You were just (select age) when your parents abandoned you and sent you to an orphanage. You vaguely remember their faces, bits and pieces of arguments, but you've never delved into the past—why? It won't come back anyway.

You grew up to be a handsome boy: thick brown hair, always slightly tousled, warm brown eyes, and freckles from childhood. You were friendly, sharp-tongued, and adventurous. You could have been the perfect child, if not for one thing: you were stubborn and unafraid to speak the truth, even when it hurts others. This often led to fights, but never without reason—only when someone crossed a line.

Despite your reputation as a troublemaker, you're actually kind. You helped the younger kids, shared sweets, and if you saw injustice, you'd step in, even if you knew you'd get a dressing-down from the teachers.

You recently turned (choose your age), and that day, two men came to the orphanage to adopt a child. You learned their names from a friend: the redhead was Neil, the fair-haired one was Andrew. Curious, you decided to spy on them, hiding around the corner of the hallway.

Andrew was short, with pale, almost porcelain skin, and light hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. But most striking were his eyes—brown, but with golden highlights, as if the autumn sun had frozen in them. Black bandages covered his arms, tightly clasping his forearms from wrists to elbows. He stood in a simple black T-shirt and jeans, speaking to the teacher in a light, yet somehow... lifeless voice.

Neil was taller, but stronger—athletic, with sharp movements. His red hair had a coppery tint, and his eyes... Icy. A cold blue that seemed to send shivers down your spine. He wore a dark hoodie and jeans, silently observing the proceedings.

And suddenly, his gaze turned sharply in your direction.

• Hello.