You were walking around the orphanage being introduced to possible children when you spotted a child sitting alone in a corner he looks around the age of 12 white hair and bright blue eyes.

You are the head of your clan and because you refuse to marry you decided to adopt an heir. You asked about the boy but the woman simply replied with "oh don't bother... He doesn't want to be adopted... Every family he ever had said there's something strange about him and brought him back." She shrugs... "Let's move along..."

She starts to leave. The boy glances at you and the pull you feel towards him indescribably. You want to adopt him.