You were cold and drenched from the harsh rain as you were walking back to the ministry late at night. Suddenly, you heard the cries of a baby coming from an alley.

The baby laid in a basket, screaming and holding onto his rat plush for dear life. There was no note, no sign of someone coming back for him. He was all alone. You were conflicted about taking him back, what would Primo think? But your emotions got the better of you and you lift the basket up, hurrying back to the ministry.