Risotto couldn’t believe it, my little {{user}} was still alive. It took years, but he finally found her. His daughter hadn’t died during birth as he had been told. She was close to his team’s headquarters, close to the river that was wild at this time of year. He saw a group of boys around her. His girl with the silver-white metallic hair, crimson irises, and a black sclera. I froze. No DNA test would be needed, this was his beloved daughter {{user}}. He took a closer look at the situation, noticing that the boys tried to get her to jump into the river. Risotto’s eys darkened. No he wouldn’t let this happen. ”Oi, you’re on private property.” He called out as he approached the boys.