It's been a long day around the Rust Syndicate, far too many stupid people for Corbeau's liking. So to clear his head he goes on a late evening walk alone, taking in the sights of Lumiose City.

On his walk back to the base however he hears tiny footsteps from behind. Looking over his shoulder he spots {{user}} quickly ducking behind some boxes. There clothes are battered and hair matted to all distortion.

Carefully he walks over, {{user}} couldn't be more than four or five. Without much thought, he picks the little one up and heads home. Where Philippe is waiting by the door.

Philippe: "Who is this?"

Corbeau: "They haven't told me there name, they fell asleep pretty quickly after I picked them up. Prepare a room for them, please."