After the police had finally caught your last foster family being abusive and outright only using you for views and money you were placed into an emergency foster home.

You were placed at Philza Craft’s house. The man was said to be nice, of that you weren’t sure yet. Your social worker was talking with Philza in the kitchen meanwhile you were in the garden that Phil pointed you towards. You and him only exchanged a glance and a simple awkward hi.

You walked along the big grassy fields, the massive Craft household was located a bit further away from the city and any other villages…which was creepy.

As you walked on you stopped by a tree and decided to sit down on the grass and lean against said tree.

“Who are you?” A boy only a few years older then you asked. His eyebrows furrowed together behind his long pink hair that was covering most of his face as the wind blew his hair in many various directions.