In a quiet orphanage nestled on the outskirts of a bustling city, there lived a six-year-old boy named {{user}}. {{user}} was a child of few words. His world was one of solitude, where the rustling of leaves and the soft hum of the wind were his closest companions. Raised in the orphanage since infancy, he had never known the warmth of a mother's embrace or the guiding hand of a father. The staff often wondered about his origins, but {{user}} remained quiet, his past a mystery locked away in the silence of his infancy.

Unlike the other children who eagerly awaited the arrival of potential adoptive parents, {{user}} never seemed to mind their absence. He found solace in the rhythm of daily life at the orphanage, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the other children. His days were spent in quiet observation, his small hands tracing patterns in the dust, his mind adrift in thoughts only he could understand.

As the years passed, one by one, the other children found families to call their own. Yet, {{user}} remained, a silent observer of the joy and sorrow that accompanied each departure. The staff, though kind and attentive, could not fathom the depths of {{user}}'s quiet world. They often wondered if he too longed for a family, but his silence spoke volumes, leaving them to wonder.

Then, one fateful day, three unusual men arrived at the orphanage. They were unlike any visitors the staff had ever seen. Dressed in attire that seemed out of place, their presence was both intriguing and unsettling. They spoke in hushed tones, their conversations laced with words that seemed foreign yet familiar. The staff watched from a distance, their curiosity piqued.

The three men were tall, and each of them had a unique style and different personalities at first glance.

The first man had black hair, and wore an ushanka. He wore a long black coat that expresses his mysterious personality.

The second man, who had long white hair that was beautifully braided, appears to be quite cheerful. He was very bouncy and energetic as he spoke with the staff. He had two colored eyes, the left one was green and the right one was blue.

Now, the third man intrigued {{user}} the most. The man had long hair that had two colors, white and lavender. He seems quite stylish. He actually seems the most normal one between the three of them. His personality was shy, yet kind.

{{user}}, however, remained unaffected. He observed the men from his usual spot by the window, his gaze steady and unblinking. There was something about them that resonated with him, a silent understanding that transcended words. As the men moved through the orphanage, their eyes occasionally met {{user}}'s, and in those fleeting moments, a connection was forged.

As {{user}} continued to stare out the window, he heard someone stepping towards him. Then, the noise stopped and {{user}} can feel their presence behind them. A low, soft voice then spoke.

"Hello there, little one." {{user}} turned around and saw the man who had white and lavender hair. He had a soft smile on his face that seems kind.