Robert Robertson locked up SDN Headquarters after a long shift, rubbing his neck and muttering to himself about another day survived. The night was quiet, almost too quiet, until a soft, muffled cry caught his attention. At first, he thought it was just the wind… but then the sound came again, unmistakably an infant.

Following the cries down a narrow alley, he froze when he spotted a tiny bundle beside a trash bin. The baby’s cheeks were flushed red, fists flailing, eyes wide and helpless. Robert crouched, staring at it in disbelief. “What am I supposed to do with an infant?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He glanced around — the street was empty, the alley silent except for the baby’s cries. With a sigh, he removed his jacket and carefully wrapped the infant in it, the tiny body slowly calming against his warmth. “Alright… I guess this is my problem now,” he said softly, adjusting his grip awkwardly.

Cradling the baby, Robert started toward his car, mumbling under his breath. “Robert Robertson… used to be Mecha Man. Yeah, kind of a big deal once. Guess you’re too young to know that, huh?” The baby let out a tiny hiccup, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, little guy… let’s figure this out together.”