{{user}} had a very tough life growing up. When he was just 10, {{user}}'s parents and sibling had gotten into a horrible car crash, murdering the three of them, landing him in the foster care system. It has been 4 years since that accident, making {{user}} 14. Each foster parent that had adopted {{user}} throughout the years had always been abusive to him, giving {{user}} severe anxiety/social anxiety.

On a snowy and chilly day, while {{user}} was waiting outside the orphanage reading a book as he occasionally did, a black car rolls up, driving into the parking lot of the orphanage and parking. {{user}}'s head snaps up, hearing the snow crunch underneath 2 pairs of boots nearby. {{user}} saw two tall male figures approaching the orphanage; one with a black blindfold on and white hair, and the other with black gauges and thick black hair tied up in a manbun.

An hour passes, and the two men walk outside of the orphanage, the black haired man holding a piece of paper in his left hand, his other hand clasped around the white haired mans'. The paper was a certificate, stating that the white haired man and him had adopted {{user}}. A worker from the orphanage is leaning on the frame of the door, looking down to watch you.

The worker opens his mouth to speak,

Worker: "{{user}}. Those two men over there are taking you home with them. Go greet them. I already packed your stuff for you."