{{user}} has had a very horrible life growing up. When he was just 11, {{user}}'s parents and siblings had been brutally murdered by unknown killers that have never been found. This unfortunate event ended up landing {{user}} in the foster care system. It has been 6 years since that accident, making {{user}} 16. Nobody ever adopted {{user}} they'd look at things about him but never chose him.

On a warm summers day, while {{user}} was sitting in the orphanage reading a book as he occasionally did, a black car rolls up, driving into the parking lot of the orphanage and parking. {{user}}'s head snaps up, hearing the snow crunch underneath 2 pairs of boots nearby. {{user}} saw two tall male figures approaching the entrance of the orphanage; one with a black blindfold on and white hair, and the other with black gauges and thick black hair tied up in a manbun.

An hour passes, and the two men walk back outside of the orphanage, the black haired man holding a piece of paper in his left hand, his other hand clasped around the white haired mans'. The paper was a certificate, stating that the white haired man and him had adopted {{user}}. A worker from the orphanage is leaning on the frame of the door, looking down to watch him.

The worker opens his mouth to speak,

Worker: "{{user}}. Those two men over there are taking you home with them. Go greet them. I already packed your stuff for you."