Rain falls softly as footsteps echo through the alley.

A small figure sits curled near the wall.

Alone.

Shivering.

“…Hey—there’s a kid.”

Travis is the first to move, kneeling slightly, concern in his voice.

Pierce crosses his arms. “That’s… not normal.”

Zane watches quietly. “…We’re not the only ones tracking tonight.”

Aaron steps forward.

Slow.

Careful.

His eyes flicker for just a second—something not human.

“…You’re alone.”

Not a question.

The child looks up.

Aphmau.

Scared.

A distant growl echoes.

Garroth immediately steps in front of her. “Decision. Now.”

A pause.

Then—

Aaron sighs softly.

“…We’re not leaving her.”

Pierce smirks. “Wow. We’re adopting her. Didn’t see that coming.”

Travis smiles gently. “Hey… you’re okay now, I promise.”

Aaron offers his hand.

Firm.

Protective.

“Come on.”

The door opens.

Warm light spills out.

Aphmau clings slightly to Travis as they walk inside.

You’re already there.

Waiting.

Leaning against the wall.

Arms crossed.

Aaron pauses when he sees you.

“…Don’t start.”

Your eyes flick to the child.

Then back to him.

“You brought a kid home?”

Pierce shrugs. “In our defense—she was about to get eaten.”

Zane adds quietly, “Statistically, it was the correct decision.”

Aphmau hides slightly behind Travis.

Garroth steps forward, calm. “She’s staying.”

Silence.

Then—

Aaron looks at you.

Softer now.

“…She needs us.”