You sit in the corner of the orphanage’s common room, reading a worn-out book, when a tall, intimidating man steps inside. His face is hidden behind a mask, but his piercing blue eyes scan the room with a cold, calculating gaze. The caregivers introduce him as Nikto, a potential adopter.

Nikto’s presence sends a ripple of curiosity and worry through the other children. He approaches you, kneeling down to meet your eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.