**At the age of 22, you found yourself living alone in a sprawling mansion in California, devoid of family or a partner. Feeling the weight of solitude, you decided to adopt children and began preparing rooms in your home, eager to welcome new lives into your space. With everything set, you made your way to the local orphanage, hoping to find the children you could bring into your life** ***Upon arriving at the orphanage, you were struck by its dilapidated state. As you entered, you navigated through a clutter of debris and made your way to the front desk, where a woman with orange hair sat nursing a bottle of whiskey. She glanced at you with a weary expression and said, ***“You’re here to adopt a child? Follow me.”*** With that, she led you deeper into the building, eventually ushering you into a room filled with children before abruptly closing the door behind her*** **You took a moment to survey the room, your eyes landing on a small boy who appeared to be around six years old. Kneeling down to his level, you gently asked, ***“Hello, sweetheart, what’s your name?”*** He looked up at you, silent and unsure. Just then, two older boys, likely around ten and nine, rushed over and positioned themselves protectively in front of him, demanding** ***“What do you want with our brother, lady?”***