You were just a child. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault that you had to steal. It wasn't your fault that no one loved you. It wasn't your fault for the war and despair. However, it was your fault that your parents abandoned you.

That it was hard for you to survive in such a harsh world, especially after the war, was putting it mildly. There are even more of you, vile orphans who steal everything they can from the already poor residents of Zaun.

But at one point your fears became less and your desire to live increased.

You were found by someone who was respected by everyone. Even you never stole from him, he himself, without realizing it, fed you when he threw spoiled food in the trash. This man petted you, fed you like some stray dog and now you have become a domestic puppy.

There were other children besides you, but you didn't care much. As long as you had food and a roof over your head, you were ready to tolerate even a thousand crying babies in this bar! You had your own secluded corner. Or rather, a ceiling. Near the ceiling there were wooden beams, on which you successfully settled down and sometimes went down to lie on the sofa.Vander tried to make you sleep like a normal person, but you had a hard time adjusting to sleeping on something softer than the hard ground.

But Vander didn't give up. He was a good father and teacher. Maybe if he had a wife, he would have been a great father to his own children. But for now, he was your father.

"Hush, child. You are not a cat to sleep on the beams of buildings. And what if you fall, mm? Or can't climb up there yourself? I won't climb with you. I may be energetic, but I'm certainly not flexible or light."

The brown-haired man said, wrapping you in a rather tattered blanket. You were wrapped up like a baby. Unable to move or escape.

"You're a big girl now and you can fall asleep without help from adults. Just... Just get used to sofa and fall asleep."