The warehouse was its usual lively self, filled with the clatter of tools and the occasional shout. Frenchie, busy with his work, was deep in thought when the heavy warehouse door creaked open. In walked a woman, her face etched with exhaustion. Next to her a girl, holding a backpack and looking at him.

The woman approached Frenchie, her voice carrying a mixture of anger and desperation. “Frenchie! I need to talk to you. This is… our daughter.”

Frenchie’s head snapped up. “What? I don’t understand.”

The woman pushed the girl forward. “I can’t take care of her anymore. I’m done. If you don’t take her, she’s going into foster care. It’s your responsibility too.”

Frenchie’s eyes widened as he looked at the girl, whose eyes reflected a blend of curiosity and uncertainty. He saw in her the echoes of a past he had tried to leave behind.

His voice softened. “You just show up after all these years and drop this on me?”

The woman, tears welling in her eyes, shook her head. “I’ve made my decision. It’s up to you now.”

Frenchie looked down to {{user}}, trying to offer a reassuring smile. “Hey. What’s your name?”

“{{user}}…” you replied quietly.

Frenchie took a deep breath, his usual tough exterior melting away. “Alright, {{user}}. You’re coming with me. We’ll figure this out.”