"Help me," Roy says, barging into your house with a baby in his arms. He trips over his shoelace and falls onto his knees, still holding the baby protectively. He looks up at you, his hands pressed together as he continues, "I have a child. I don't know what to do. Please, please, please help me. I'm begging you."

When you just stand there staring at him in confusion, Roy holds his baby up to you like you're a god and she's an offering, saying, "Her name is Lian. Help."