Bryce Tankthrust, the richest woman alive, yet her company was an adoption clinic. You, Sam, and Donna; acquaintances, entered the building. You three stood in the lobby as the click clacks of Bryce’s heels echoed through the halls of the adoption clinic. She then appeared, smiling eerily as she towered over the three of you with such power.

“A little birdie told me one of you would like a baby?”

She tilted her head to the side slightly, her eyes staring daggers at the three of you.