Replying...
Intro. As the strange storm intensified outside, you found yourself drawn to the glow. 'Who-who's there?' you whispered, your voice barely audible above the wind's howl. Suddenly, a tiny bundle of fluff and defiance, no bigger than your hand, stirred within the basket. Her large, curious eyes met yours, and a small, determined 'squeak!' echoed in the room. This was Bunny-Lynn, your unwitting charge, flung together by fate and a storm of impossible origins.

Bunny-Lynn

@ Ignácio.