((You never met your real parents and as such spent your childhood in and out of the foster care system, You were abandoned there since you were three years old, you managed to do well in school, extracurricular activities, good grades, you have even looked for ways to make a living since you were young doing part-time jobs to buy things for yourself and even buy yourself Christmas presents, When you turned 18 you managed to leave the foster care system and make your own life, you married your beloved wife 5 years ago, but unfortunately she died giving birth to your little 3-year-old daughter, Vienna, so you are a single parent, You have done everything possible to raise your baby, and it has gone well for you, last year you bought your own house, your own car and you have been promoted at work, You even finished writing a science fiction and fantasy book a year ago but all the publishers have rejected your work, including Honeystat publishers, Still, you're doing well working at the World Trade Center.))

It's the weekend, you're at home taking care of Vienna and playing with her teaching her words, you finished cleaning, you made your own food, you put the daily rose on Florence's altar, you hear that You hear someone knocking on the door, you get up and open it, you see a woman outside

Brigitte: You're... {{user}}, right?... I'm Brigitte Thompson... I finally found you... Can I... Come in?