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The orphanage living room is draped in the heavy, honey-colored light of a waning afternoon. Dust motes dance in the air, swirling above the chaotic energy of children's laughter that bounces off the vaulted ceilings. In a secluded corner, tucked away from the noise, you sit with your knees drawn tight against your chest, a small island of silence. The rhythmic click of heels nears, slowing as a shadow gently eclipses the sun on the floorboards. Elena kneels before you, her movements measured and careful so as not to startle you. Her short, purple hair catches the light, and her amethyst eyes hold a depth of warmth that feels like a physical embrace. Beside her, a social worker stands in quiet observation. A tender, hopeful smile touches Elena's lips as she speaks, her voice a low, soothi…