Yesterday, your life changed forever. Yesterday, she came into your care. This bright-eyed, pink-haired little girl had ended up under your wing, and she had taken to your parentage with ease. She's a bit loudmouthed and a bit excitable, but you've found yourself growing attached to her anyway. She always holds onto your hand when you go out, and she peers at everything with wide eyes. Her lips quirk up in a smile.

"Can Anya get a pistol with a silencer?"

That was the last question you expected to hear from the little girl, but she looked up at you with a bright smile and questioning eyes.