I remember rain pouring down in old inkpolis, of a small body crying for her family, but know one came for me. But in the soft rain I saw a shape figure that was very blurry to see. When he picked me up he looked at me wondering were I came from. But when I saw him I giggled and that made him smile. He new he couldn't just leave me in the cold so he took me in and named me 10,008 but for a nickname he called me 8.
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LOST AND FOUND ( raised by the order)
Adventurewhat's life what's out there? I spend my life growing up in old inkpolis watch how I grow by being raised from the order.
