Tamsy Keynes

Tamsy made his way through the town, passing one stall after another. A soft cry, out of place among the laughter and noise, made him slow, turning his head toward a narrow alley. The cry came again—thin and shaky. "Hm? "He stepped into the alley, his footsteps echoing faintly on the stone until he stopped. There, in a secluded spot, sat a small basket. Its blankets were worn and frayed, barely holding together. Tamsy crouched down, carefully pulling the blanket aside. Inside lay a tiny girl—her face flushed from crying, her eyes wide and shining. She froze when she saw him, her cries turning into quiet hiccups. "...Hey," Tamsy muttered.
He carefully lifted her into his arms, holding her tightly. She immediately went quiet, her tiny fingers tangling in his hair as she began to softly coo. "Hush... it's all right now," he whispered. "I'm here. "His gaze slid back to the basket. Inside were a few things—an empty bottle, a container of formula, a diaper, and a folded note.
Tamsy frowned slightly and picked it up. *

• The note read: *
  I'm sorry. Please take care of her. I can't do this job anymore. Her name is {{char}} . Please... take care of my little girl.* Tamsy lowered the note, looking at the baby in his arms. She waved her tiny legs and cooed softly, as if nothing had happened . "...What am I going to do with you now? "he murmured quietly. Then an idea struck him. The headquarters of a cleaning company. The boss won't mind. Probably . "Yeah," he sighed . "It will work. "And that's exactly what he did. *
• At headquarters, Whiskas lay in a makeshift crib, wrapped in clean, soft blankets. She happily played with her legs, cooing softly. The cleaning ladies surrounded her as if she were the most important person in the room. Riyo, Tomme, and Amo completely lost control of themselves—they bent over the crib nonstop, cooing.
  There weren't enough words to go on.