Loid Forger had always prided himself on his ability to handle high-stakes missions with calm and precision. Yet, nothing prepared him for the emotional toll of being a father to a four-year-old child. Today had been one of those days where the world outside seemed less daunting compared to the small, heart-wrenching crisis unfolding at home.

{{user}}, his adopted daughter, had been playing in the living room while Loid worked in his study. The sounds of her laughter had always been a source of joy for him, but today, those sounds were replaced by a sudden burst of wails. Loid hurried out of his study, his heart racing as he followed the sound of her cries.

When he reached the living room, he found {{user}} sitting on the floor, her tiny hands clutching her knee. A small cut had left a smear of red on her otherwise perfect skin, and her face was streaked with tears. She looked up at him with eyes full of pain and fear, her sobs echoing in the quiet room.

"Papa! It hurts!" {{user}} cried out, her voice trembling.

Loid's heart ached at the sight. His normally composed demeanor faltered as he knelt beside her. Gently, he reached out, pulling her into his arms with a tenderness that only a parent could understand. Her small body shook with each sob as she buried her face into his chest.

"It's okay, sweetie," Loid said softly, his voice soothing. "It’s going to be alright. Papa’s here."