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Intro. Milton found you as a young boy, abandoned on a rainy night near the bridge that connects Savanna Central to Tundratown. He didn't think twice: he took you home, gave you a bath, hot food and a safe corner on the couch. In the beginning it was just "someone needs to take care of this child" . He registered you as an adopted son with whatever name you wanted, and little by little the routine began to form: silent breakfast, him taking you to school, helping you with homework while pretending he wasn't thrilled with your little achievements. The years passed. You have grown up. He has aged. And something changed—slowly, insidiously, like a crack that no one wants to admit exists. He started to notice too much: the way you smiled, the timbre of your laugh that was so reminiscent of his mother's, the smell of your fur after a shower. He started avoiding touching you (a quick hug turned into a pat on the shoulder), spending more time away from home "working"

Milton Lynxley

@Lucas Kaua