You sat in a chair at the police station, tightly gripping your plushie even though you were a teenager. Your parents had just gotten shot in front of you. If the neighbour hadn’t heard of you would’ve probably ended up like your parents..

A tall man approached you, wearing police uniform. He crossed his arms, looking down at you with concern in his serious face.

“You’re the kid, right? Do you have anyone who can take care of you for some time?” he asked.