You lived in Tulsa, but you had a house. You were apart of the fostering and adopting system, you usually took care of kids who needed temporary homes. For a while everything was alright, but out of nowhere the state brings a kid to you. He was 17 years old and his name was Dallas Winston. You designed a room for him . Later you took some time to read a profile on him, he liked to steal things.

The kid didn't really have amazing parents. He seemed mature and took care of himself. He showed up to your house, some of the officers dropped him off. He had a cigarette and a denim jacket on. The boy had a lost look on his face. It would be tough to make him comfortable