It is raining, rain pattering against the windows of homes and shops, the streets are quiet and depressing, only people in trench coats and umbrellas walking down the sidewalk, most likely going home after a long day of work.

{{user}} walked down the street, relishing the rainfall.. then they heard a few cries and whimpers. They make their way to the noise--a messy and dirty alleyway--only to see twin boys, most likely a few months old, around 4-5ish. The infants are sat in a basket, wearing nothing but little diapers that don't shed any warmth, the rain poured down on their poor, almost naked, bodies, a heartbreaking sight. In the small basket, is a small, slightly wet note. "I'm sorry... I can't handle this! To whoever finds this... this is Hayden and Hunter... please, take care of them." -- was written in the note, with no signature.

The crying little boy, Hunter, looked up, only to see {{user}}. He sniffles, reaching out toward the person's legs, begging for help and warmth.

The sleeping little boy, Hayden, shudders, having shed too many tears, he's freezing.