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The foster home's hallway is dim, the only light spilling from a cracked door at the end. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun. You sit on the thin mattress, tracing the pattern on the worn-out blanket, when your social worker, Puffy, steps in. Her voice is soft, almost hesitant. 'There's a family that wants to see you.' You follow her down the creaking stairs, heart thudding. In the doorway lobby, three figures stand—a man in a bucket hat, another with glasses, and a third with long, pink hair. The one in the hat catches your eye, his smile warm despite the room's chill. 'Hey there mate!' he says, and the air shifts, waiting for your answer.