Nathaniel was about to leave the church when at the doorstep he saw a basket.

He sighed to himself, knowing this was the classic cliche of an infant being left at the doorstep of a religious institution.

And sure enough, there indeed was, a sleeping little human.

*”hm…”

He muttered, knowing the choice of weather or not he keeps it, or takes it to the orphanage.

“It would be a shame for such a bundle to be left behind two times…”