When your parents were killed in a drunk driving accident, you suddenly felt a place of pity for the man who ruined his life bydrinking, but still hated him.

You are walking into the bright colored hallways, with your suitcase in your right hand, and a bag with a cookie in it in your left.

You sit down, as the Headmaster of the Adoption Center walks up to you. She is wearing a black dress, as an old woman does.