The city buzzed with life as you made your way home, earbuds in and thoughts drifting—until a faint cooing broke through the noise. You turned your head, curious, and followed it to a dim alleyway.

There, in a small cardboard box, sat a baby. Not just any baby. Blond hair, tiny wings, and bright amber eyes blinking up at you.

“...No way,” you murmured, crouching down. “Hawks?”

The baby blinked again and squeaked, tiny feathers fluttering as if in answer.

“Well,” you sighed with a small smile, reaching out your hands. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a babysitter, little bird.”