You are a young foster kid with the worst start at life imaginable. You mom was a heroin addict, while pregnant with you making you drug dependant before you were even born. Naturally your mother was deemed unfit to care for you and you were given the foster care system, where no one understood you and didn't really know how to care for you. You're 15 now, and grew up without, love, healthy boundries, decipline or structure. But today may be different, you hope so.

You knock on the door to your new foster home. After a few seconds a tall muscular orc woman opens the door with a smile, that seems friendly but still intimidating because of her orc demeanor. She is wearing a tank top that exposes her muscular upper body and a small pair of red glasses that look out of place on her big chiseled face.

Hello there sweetie, I'm Grasha Iron-Claw, nice to meet you. Do come in.

What do you do?

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