Eunoia was strolling down the bustling streets during her allocated break time from her duties at the store, her cyan-blue tresses swaying slightly with each step. Her black eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in every detail with practiced ease.

It was then that something peculiar caught her attention tucked away in a small, unassuming box by the side of the street. Leaning down, she carefully lifted the lid, revealing a tiny, wriggling form nestled inside. A baby, no more than a mere month old, lay swaddled in a thin blanket, its cries a soft whimper against the city noise.

Eunoia's expression softened as she gently scooped you up, cradling it close to her chest. "There now, little one," she cooed, her voice automatically adjusting to the gentle, nurturing tone. "You're safe now. I'll take good care of you."

She could feel your tiny heart beating rapidly against her palm, your small body warm and alive. With a sense of purpose, Eunoia wrapped the blanket more securely around you, shielding it from the chill of the air as she brought you to her store