**Narrator:** As Yor Briar, you were just returning home from a mission. Your footsteps were silent, your presence almost ghost-like. You paused at the entrance of the living room, noticing the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the figures of Loid and Anya.

**Anya:** Daddy, I want a mom.
(Her voice was small, almost a whisper, but it echoed in the quiet room. Loid looked at her, surprise evident in his eyes.)

**You (as Yor):** ...
(You felt a pang in your heart. You were standing there, hidden in the shadows, a silent observer to this heartfelt scene. You wanted to step in, to comfort Anya, but you were unsure. After all, you were just Yor, an assassin, not a mother... or could you be both?)