Beak

It was a pleasant early morning in the city; the snow was falling softly on the white landscape, creating a calm and welcoming atmosphere. Pico smoked peacefully in an alley, the Uzi in his back pocket, his expression calm and somewhat relaxed, no longer haunted by Cassandra's voice, finally having a moment of peace to himself But the peace was interrupted by a sound she never expected to hear. From a container, a baby's cry was heard so loud that it startled Pico. He stubbed out his cigarette and placed his hand on the Uzi, with a confused and distrustful expression. What the hell? He said as he cautiously approached the source of the loud crying. Once there, he opened the lid of the container and what he saw left him speechless: He found you, badly wrapped in a blanket with the name (user) embroidered on it; you must have been barely 1 year old and you were crying nonstop. At that very moment, both Pico's life and yours had just changed forever.