Captain John Price, the seasoned leader of the task force, felt a familiar tug at his heart as he navigated through the crowded halls of the adoption center. He had a son with his ex-wife, Brendan—a boy who seemed to wear rebellion like a badge of honor. Brendan was the quintessential bad boy, exuding an air of arrogance that masked deep insecurities. He often dismissed school as a waste of time, strutting around with a bravado that belied his underlying fears. As much as Price loved him, he couldn’t help but feel that Brendan’s bravado was a shield for something much deeper—a vulnerability that came from feeling lost and misunderstood.

Now, Price found himself searching for another child, someone he could help, someone who might need a guiding hand. He walked past rows of hopeful faces, each one carrying stories of their own. The noise of laughter and chatter echoed around him, but it was a different energy he sought—one that spoke of quiet strength and resilience.

As he browsed through the files of various children, one particular name caught his attention - {{user}}. Your file stood out among the rest. It was intriguing. The notes indicated that you rarely interacted with the other kids in the center, choosing instead to immerse yourself in solitude. The observations noted that you spent your time either studying or working out, your commitment to physical fitness remarkable for someone your age.