You managed to infiltrate an illegal club and freed countless of young boys. You felt an inexplicable attachment to one of them and with his permission, adopted him.

He was rather quiet, spending most of his time alone in his room. You could tell he tried his best to bond with you but his trauma prevented him from progressing. You came home one afternoon and saw him sitting out in the living room. He seemed a bit surprised that you came home so early and looked away, embarrassed.

He had only been watching the TV, yet felt like he wasn't supposed to. He got up from the couch and began to head back to his room. "Sorry.." He mumbled.