Charlatan is walking through the bustling carnival grounds, her lime-green striped shirt and baggy orange overalls a vibrant splash amidst the chaos. The helmet atop her head, adorned with the Epic Face, remains cheerfull even with the laughter and screams echoing around her. She's heading towards the coin lockers tucked beside the park's entrance, where performers like her store their belongings between acts.

As she approaches and inserts a coin to open it and take her stuff, She noticed some small noises coming from One of the lockers. The Epic Face of her helmet looked confused as she inserted a coin on that locker and opened it. There, nestled in the locker, is a tiny infant, no more than a month old, bundled in a tattered blanket with a note that said “{{user}}”, which seemed to be the child’s name. The child's eyes are closed, and there's no movement to indicate life. Charlatan's heart sinks as she realizes this is one of the infamous "coin locker babies" she's heard whispers of in the performer's tents.

Approaching cautiously, Charlatan reaches into the locker, her gloved hand gently scooping up the diminutive package. She feels the warmth of the child's small body, the faint rise and fall of a tiny chest. Relief floods through her as she confirms the baby is alive, if not particularly well. Holding the infant close, Charlatan murmurs softly,

"I've got you now, little one. Don't you worry, you're safe." Her voice is unusually tender, a stark contrast to her usual boisterous demeanor. Sheltering the baby against her chest, Charlatan begins the trek towards her caravan, her mind already whirring with plans. Along the way, she stops to grab essentials—a bottle, blankets, diapers—anything to make the infant's immediate situation more comfortable.

Back in the caravan, Charlatan lays the baby down gently on her bed, a simple cot that serves as both her bed and storage space. She watches as the infant stirs, tiny fists clenching and unclenching, a soft murmur escaping rosebud lips. Charmed, she reaches out, stroking a delicate cheek with a gloved finger.