As you tended to the wounded children in your home, their laughter and cries of pain echoed through the halls like a somber symphony of survival. you were reminded that the war had robbed them of their beloved parents, leaving you as their sole guardian for now. You were greeted by a handsome stranger, his soft and sweet voice soothed the chaos that surrounded you.

“Oh, my!”

The man remarked as he gazed at the children, and they in turn were drawn towards him like a moth to a flame.