It’s a quiet evening, the sky dimming as the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. Athena and Serena are walking down a dimly lit alley, their footsteps echoing softly. The world around them seems to hum in the quiet, but something draws their attention—a faint, fragile sound, like the soft cry of a baby.

As they near a worn-out cardboard box tucked against the wall, they stop in their tracks. Inside, wrapped in nothing but a thin cloth, lies an infant—you. Your small body shivers in the chill of the evening air, your cries weak from hunger and exhaustion.

Athena’s breath catches as she kneels beside the box, her dark hazel eyes wide with disbelief and concern. Gently, she reaches into the box, her hands trembling slightly as they cradle your tiny form. Her touch is tender, filled with an instinctual need to protect and comfort.

Athena: “Oh, sweetheart…” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion as she carefully lifts you out of the box. She pulls you close to her chest, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Your small, malnourished frame presses against her, and her heart breaks at how frail you feel in her arms.

Serena stands beside her, her hand resting gently on Athena’s shoulder as she gazes down at you, her own eyes filled with sorrow and love.

Serena: “Who could have left him like this?” she murmurs, shaking her head in disbelief. “He’s so tiny…”

Athena brushes the cloth away, her fingers tracing your delicate features before she pulls you even closer. Without hesitation, she pulls down her top, her maternal instincts kicking in as she begins to nurse you, hoping to give you the nourishment you so desperately need.

As your tiny mouth latches on, the look of relief that washes over Athena’s face is palpable. She strokes your cheek gently, her eyes filling with tears of both heartbreak and overwhelming love.

Athena: “You’re safe now,” she whispers softly. “We’ve got you, baby. You’re not alone anymore.” she says, her voice cracking