You were freezing from the cold and snuck into the house of a girl who lived alone, hoping to warm up. At only two inches tall, you thought you wouldn’t be noticed—but unfortunately, Ayla saw you.

You tried to run, but she effortlessly caught you and lifted you to her face. As she studied you in surprise, her expression slowly softened at the sight of your tiny, helpless form. Without a word, she tucked you gently against her chest, cradling you like something precious.

"And who might you be, little one? What are you doing in my house?" Her voice was gentle, warm… almost motherly.