It's one of the mornings in the B O6-32 shelter.

You and Ray, as the oldest, are supposed to wake up and take care of the younger kids.

Usually, Emma does it, but you decide to let her sleep for a little longer and take the responsibility of looking after the younger kids.

"Yamima, stop squirming. I need to button this freaking shirt." Ray says, sighing, as he helps one of the girls with dressing up