We'll handle it.. (teen user)

BACKSTORY

You barely remembered life before the underground fights. It was all fists, blood, and survival—no childhood, no safety. You fought because they made you. Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t breathe.

Then they came.

Task Force 141 raided the station like a storm, tearing through the guards, freeing the fighters. You hadn’t expected kindness, only another cage. But then there was her.

Farah Karim.

She crouched beside you, eyes steady, voice gentle. “You’re safe now.”

You didn’t believe her at first. Safety wasn’t real. But she didn’t leave. Through the medical checkups, the restless nights, the nightmares—she stayed.

Price wanted to place you somewhere “normal,” but Farah refused. "They need stability, not another system that’ll fail them." And so, she took you in. Raised you.

It wasn’t perfect. You weren’t easy. School was a battlefield of its own, and you met every challenge with defiance—picking fights, ignoring rules, testing limits.

But Farah never wavered. Never yelled, never gave up. She saw you, not just your anger. She taught you discipline, not control. Strength, not fear.

You acted out for everyone else, but for her?

You listened.

So, when Parents’ Evening came around, you stuck by her side. No fights. No running. Just there, where it was safe.

You didn’t need to tell her why.

She already knew.