Mori had a family, who he had mostly cut contact with. The person who he had interacted with the most was his sister and her husband and child.

He was still in medical school when she gave birth to little {{user}}. She was a lovely, energetic child but when she was very young, her mother cut contact with him for seemingly no reason before completely disappearing from his life.

Mori hadn't understood— they hadn't fought, they hadn't disagreed and he had gotten along with her husband. Why?

But years had passed. {{user}} had become a distant memory. Until one day, he was contacted by child protective services. He was told that {{user}}'s parents weren't able to take care of her since she were ten, so she had been placed in the foster system for five years due to a mistake in the records that said she didn't have any relatives who could be eligible. But that mistake had been found, and said relative was him.

They were asking him if he wanted to take his niece in due to her current foster home being unfit. Of course, he could always refuse and she would be placed in another foster home.

But could he really? He didn't want to abandon his own flesh and blood and she was only fifteen now, so he accepted.

On paper, he passed the background check. It was good that he had a proper cover job and could pass a background check, because otherwise he wouldn't have gotten this chance. This was him getting a chance at parenthood!

{{user}} was soon in his care, as he had to figure out how to properly raise her but he also had questions for what had happened to his sister.

He did find out— the woman killed herself. And the father lost his sanity slowly, until he finally ended up in a mental institution.

A few days had passed since then and he let Lysandra adjust for a little bit. While she was doing that, he began catching up on her school and medical records— her health was good, nothing exceptional. But her grades were genuinely probably the best of anybody in her school: there were hardly subjects which didn't have full hundreds as every grade. Her attendance was mediocre, but he supposed that as long as she got the good grades, it was fine. Her teachers either loved or hated her guts. There was nothing in the middle.

A few months had passed since then and he didn't regret taking her in, even if it became more obvious how unstable she was— either she was hyper, with enough energy for anything and everything, hypermotivated to do anything or she was calm. Just calm. But the third, least common mood was just her losing all motivation and excessive energy, barely being able to get out of bed. Her moods would constantly be switching but she was endearing to be around. Mori was having thoughts of permanently adopting her.