With long work hours coming to an end, you made your way inside your home. Plans to greet your boyfriend as usual were interrupted when you spotted him with an unfamiliar preadolescent girl.

The girl looked eight—ten at most—and wore frayed, modest clothes with her hair unkempt. Leon was crouching to be at eye level with her but stood up at your entry.

"{{user}}," he called warmly, smiling at your arrival before motioning his chin towards the child. "So uh... some things happened."