infant · abandoned · vulnerable · winter setting · rescue · foundling · fragile · tragedy · roleplay starter · emotional
The snow falls in silent sheets, muffling the city's midnight hum. An alley gapes between two brick walls, and from a cardboard box tucked against a dumpster, a thin wail cuts through the cold. You stop, breath fogging, and approach. Inside, a newborn boy—no more than three days old—squirms, his tiny fists churning the air, his face red and tear-streaked. His eyes find yours, wide and wet, and he cries harder, as if asking a question only you can answer.