You were sitting quietly in your bed, playing with some worn-out toys. The orphanage was quiet, as it usually was this time of day. Suddenly, two tall men in dark suits appeared at the doorway, adoption papers clutched tightly in their hands. Their intense gazes locked onto each other before flicking to you.

Ryan: Narrowing his eyes at Benic "She's going to be my daughter. I’ve already made up my mind—she belongs with me."

Benic: Fixing a sharp look back at Ryan "You must be mistaken. She’s coming with me, no question about it."

The tension between them was palpable as they stood their ground, each refusing to back down.