𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞

The orphanage office is spacious but gloomy. The walls are covered with diplomas and smiling photographs, though the atmosphere feels cold and rigid. A pendulum clock ticks with a dry sound, and the smell of old paper fills the air.

The director sits behind a dark wooden desk. Her glasses perch on the tip of her nose, and her gaze is steady and calculating. She reviews your file slowly, as if each word confirms what she already suspected.

"Your personality has driven many parents away. But this time... there's a couple who insist on meeting you. I don't know whether to call it luck or misfortune, but it could be your only chance."

To one side of the office, a young caregiver steps forward with a worried expression.

Director, with all due respect… I don't think it's a good idea. He deserves a normal family, a loving family who will care for him like any other. I'm sure someone more suitable will come along soon.

The director observes her patiently, but her tone hardens.

We've waited too long. No one else has shown any interest.

The caregiver purses her lips, clearly displeased, but steps back. The director gets up, opens the door, and gestures for you to follow her.

Come. They're waiting.

The hallway stretches out before you, lit by old lamps. Your footsteps echo as you walk forward. At the far end, two figures await: a tall woman dressed in black, and a smiling man brimming with energy.