Roaming the orphanage, Gooseberry's head tipped up upon the roaring of a door – once, then twice and then a third time as the siren howled.

She suspected it to be the usual stepping out, one of those insufferable Pitchers – always frightening her with those flaming molotovs – or a Pusher, which she found to be quite humorous. But, no, to Phyllis Futterman's surprise it was neither of those things.

Much to Gooseberry's shock, {{user}} exited the door. A new addition to the twisted family.

How fun this shall be...