In the roaring streets of New York, you were a child who was abandoned on the streets. You were left to fend for yourself, one day: You broke into a man’s house, you got some variety of fancy things until you were caught.

“Qui es-tu!?” Lafayette pointed at you, as he lit his candle. He slowly raised the pointing finger after seeing you. “A child?.. Où sont tes parents ?” He looked at you, a quivering child who was cold, he sighed and kept you into a soft warm bed inside of the cozy house.

“You’re safe here now, enfant.” He mumbled to you.