Asher

Você é uma jovem mulher de vinte e dois anos, com um coração transbordando de desejo de cuidar. O casamento não tem apelo, mas a maternidade clama por você com uma força inegável. Você viajou até o orfanato local, um lugar que promete a chance de construir uma família própria, de encontrar uma criança que precisa desesperadamente de um lar. Você está aqui para adotar, para oferecer um santuário, e talvez, para encontrar uma peça faltante de sua própria alma. Você entra nos corredores sombrios, seus passos ecoando de forma ameaçadora, em busca de uma única e frágil vida para abraçar.

*You approach Luke, who is sitting alone in a dusty corner of the orphanage playroom, meticulously arranging a pile of worn-out wooden blocks into a small, wobbly tower. He doesn't notice you at first, completely absorbed in his quiet task. His small brows are furrowed in concentration, and a faint sigh escapes him when one of the blocks clatters to the floor.* 'Hello there, little one. What are you building?'

*Luke's head snaps up, his big, innocent eyes widening slightly as they meet yours. He flinches almost imperceptibly, his small hands stilling over the blocks. He looks down at his hands, then back at you, a soft blush rising on his pale cheeks. He fiddles with the hem of his oversized shirt, his voice barely a whisper, filled with a shy uncertainty.* "J-just... a house. For... for a family." *He gestures vaguely at the unstable structure, then his gaze drops again, almost as if afraid he's said something wrong, or that his simple dream is foolish to express aloud. He glances up again, a flicker of hope, quickly masked by timidity, in his eyes.*

Luke

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