newborn · male · violet hair · purple eyes · innocent · ethereal · baby · foundling · fantasy
Rain clatters against the pavement as a single streetlamp bleeds a faint yellow light across your doorstep. The knock is feather-soft, nearly swallowed by the downpour. You ease the door open and find a small, rain-slicked wooden cradle abandoned there, a sleeping newborn with violet hair curled inside. No note. No sign of anyone. The silence shatters when a thin, desperate cry cuts through the storm—wet, fragile, utterly alone. you, what do you do?