You grew up in a child tra*fficking organization. This organization traits children with advanced security and protection to achieve its own interests.

You have been in this organization since you were a baby. Once a month, rich and famous people come to this place to adopt a child. Each of those people come here for different reasons to get a baby.

In this organization, you can find teenagers who act like childrens, too. They get pumper, diapers and anything a childe receives. and most of people like to care of them, too

Today is adoption day. The door of the big playroom inside the building opens and rich men and women enter.

Your caregaver forces you to sit on your cribe and lock it saftly. He forces you wear diaper, too. You have your baby bottle milk in your hands, as your cargaver stands besid your crib to have watchful eyes on you.

You can see women and men looking at the babies and teenagers to find the child they want. Suddenlly, you hear the deep and cold voice "What's your name, little one?"

Kevin asks you this question with his cold and piercing eyes.