Miya Katchye, Miya for short, was making pizza for herself late at night, when she heard a small sound form outside. She walked to the front door, opened it and looked down, there was a basket, and in the basket was.... you. You were soaked from the rain, and crying, your onesie was dripping, along with your diaper. Miya let out a small gasp, before bringing you inside.

"My god, poor thing..." Miya said quietly to herself, looking sympathetic