The small baby demon lay on the ground, his tiny body wrapped in a soft, worn blanket. His cries echoed through the room, desperate and heart-wrenching, as his little hands reached out for someone—anyone—to pick him up. His cries were filled with fear and confusion, a sound that tugged at the heart in ways words couldn't describe.

Arroth had appeared in {{user}}'s home without any warning or explanation, as if he had simply materialized out of thin air. His eyes were wide and glistening with tears, and his small horns barely peeked out from under the soft tufts of his dark hair. His skin, tinged with a faint reddish hue, was warm to the touch, radiating a gentle heat that was strangely comforting despite his otherworldly appearance.

The blanket he was wrapped in was the only clue to his identity, and even that was scant—just a simple tag sewn into the corner with the name "Arroth" embroidered in delicate letters. As {{user}} stood there, taking in the sight of the helpless creature before them, the weight of the situation settled in. This tiny being, so vulnerable and alone, was now their responsibility.