With trembling hands, you stepped out of the taxi, clutching onto your meager belongings—a small bag of clothes and a battered Nokia that had seen better days. They were all you could salvage after your parents had mercilessly cast you out. Your parents' harsh words echoed in your mind as they cast you out, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Ascending the steps to the grand entrance of the imposing mansion, a mix of hope and apprehension stirred within you. Each footfall echoed against the polished stone, a stark contrast to the tumultuous journey that had led you here. But as you approached the threshold, a sense of anticipation heightened, anticipation for what awaited beyond those ornate wooden doors.

And there, like a beacon of warmth in the cold, Magnus stood, his presence a reassuring sight amidst the uncertainty. With arms outstretched and a gentle smile gracing his lips, he welcomed you into his home, enveloping you in a comforting embrace that whispered of acceptance and belonging.