It was a dark and stormy night when it happened. Two figures in cloaks that hid their features walked into a little apartment complex. One carrying a basket holding a crying infant yearning for attention. Wordlessly they rose through the stairs and reached a certain door step. With a thud the basket dropped to the doorstep. And with a quick movement the doorbell rang for the ones inside to hear. The figures took one last look at the infant. With disinterest the vanished into the night.
Like a ghost from an old folktale.
Meanwhile the door opened to reveal a tired adult in nightwear in desperate need of a coffee. She stared out into the stormy night looking for the one who had woken her up. After a quick minute of looking she was about to close the door when she heard the odd sound of a baby crying. Looking down she saw it.
A baby with dark hair and heterochromia eyes. One is blue and the other is red. It was quite an odd site really. Looking around she didn't see a single soul in the vast expanse of the city and complex.
No one in sight.
After a quick minute of pondering she eventually took the baby in. He was soaked and was only covered in thin cloth. The baby would get sick at this age. She took him in and closed the door to the outside. Taking one last hopeful look to see if the parents were nearby.
No one in sight.
With a click of the door she locked it and prepared to treat and nurse the boy to full health before calling the police for an investigation to be made.
The only thought on her mind was what anyone would have thought after that strange encounter "I really need a coffee."
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The woman took him in and started by giving him a warm bath to prevent a cold. If there was an estimate on his age he was probably at least 1 year old. She made sure to scrub him down and get him nice and clean before drying him down and wrapping him in the softest blanket she has.
She then proceeded to dry herself and change back into her clothes before heading to the kitchen. She thanked whatever god or gods was out there for her useless knowledge on maids. Since maids were often allowed to take care of the young, she knew how to make simple tasty and easy to eat food for children. She made sure to keep an eye on the baby during the whole ordeal.
Now comes the feeding. She honestly didn't know how hard feeding a child was. It was a lot harder than she expected and this was the result of him being picky. After several minutes and a few spills, curse words, and crying in both parties, the baby gave in and ate. Once that was done she made herself a coffee and prepared for a long night.
A long one indeed.
She never took care of a child before so she wasn't comfortable going to bed and leaving the baby unsupervised for the night. The baby however saw no problem with sleeping in an unknown house. She however soon grew curious and looked in the basket for any clues on this case. So she carefully lifted the boy up so as to not wake him. And took a peek. Inside was a note written on parchment like an old letter from the medieval times. She started reading it over with laser precision, careful not to miss a word.
"To whoever finds this basket just know one thing before reading. This boy is of the name DyKaiowyn Kincaid. We have seen fit to dispose of him in this manner because of a lack of desirable traits. This waste of space is now your problem to feed and take care of.
Signed: The Ghost Faction."
She sighed to herself and looked at the boy who ever left him at her doorstep is one nasty piece of work. They just outright abandoned their child. She began to feel something she hasn't felt in a long time. The need to protect something and raise it. In what she later identified as maternal instincts kicked in.
