In the night of Tenoton city where the streets are always busy with moving vehicles and some form of gambling on every corner was a husband and wife in their mid thirties.

They moved in a high powered vehicle that cannot be found in your usual trip to the dealership. It was bright and silver and although it ran with an old vintage design It was Clearly brand new, as if the workshop had done the finishing touches yesterday.

Behind the wheel was a man gone by the name of Marco Oweli, a very big name in Tenoton. Riding passenger was his wife Samantha Oweli, also a very big name.

They were just returning home from a play that they were invited to. Both dressed to impress their wealthy colleagues, They both came in matching with a silver colored suit and dress with a black tie and shirt for Marco.

Marco takes a glimpse at Samantha who is still dazed from the performance in the show.

"Someone's enjoying theirselves." Marco says in a deadpan tone which isn't uncommon for him.

"You don't think it was amazing? My favorite part is when they brought all the kids down and they all started singing."

Marco exhales" I just wish they didn't invite me to these things, do you know how much work I could've got done in that time ?"

She puts her hand on Marcos shoulder," maybe it was good that you take a break every once in awhile".

She takes a moment to find something that might cheer him up and then it hits her," atleast your friends got to see the new car that you made, they were completely flabbergasted".

"Hehe got that right, nobody makes something as this but an Oweli". His tone and attitude completely shifts leaving a smirk on his face.

Samantha has always known how to make Marco feel better about himself when he feels he hasn't contributed anything great for the past hour, that's part of the reason they are married.

A traffic light turns red and Marco stops behind the other vehicles ahead that were no where as impressive as theirs.

Marco had a deep passion for making machines and automobiles, that was his top specialty. Every grain of detail about this machine was his design.

Wheels were clean and sleek. Windows were tinted pitch black to bring out the silver. With everything implemented in this car the thing that Marco holds dear was the old Owleli family crest as the orniment on the hood of the car. The crest is an image of an owl, which is a sign of wisdom in some places.

Marco takes pride in his family which is a common trait in wealthy Italians such as himself.

With the traffic light still red Samantha hears a familiar sound, a sound of a crying baby. Maybe one from one of these cars beside them. That's what she thought but it sounded a bit further off. "In one of the apartments maybe?"

Then she looks out to the alleyway at the side of the car. What she had seen very much triggered something in her that sent a shiver down her spine. In that dark alleyway it was only lit up from the windows of the apartments on both sides. She could very well see nothing but trash bins in the middle section of the alleyway. But what triggered her fear was that very faintly she could see that there was movement on top of one of those cans.

It was very hard to make out but her hunch of what it could be is what got her holding her chest hoping she was wrong and that she should start wearing glasses.

The light turn green and Marco begins to put his foot on the gas. Then without warning he hears loud frantic movement and the sound of a door opening. He turn to check on his wife Samantha which is no longer in her seat but now the car door is open and shes running on the street with heels heading toward the alleyway.

"Samantha !" He parks the car over in the sidewalk and runs out of the car into the alleyway. He reaches the middle of the alleyway where his wife's back is turned toward him not moving an inch with her silver dress radiating light in the dark alleyway.

"What's in tarnation has gotten into yo-" before he could finish his sentence he hears an extremely close loud cry coming from Samantha.

Samantha slowly turn around revealing a small boy wrapped in a red blanket.

"Those dirty morons, left him like trash" Samantha with a slight tears in her eyes and voice shaky.

Marco now completely shocked " I-Is there a note?"

"No note" Samantha while wiping her eyes of tears. "He has no name".

Later ... (in the Residence of the Oweli's )

They live In a large mansion. They park their car in the garage and then head into the living room where they feed the child and nurse it.

The cluttering has awaken the

grandmother, Johhana from her sleep.

Now rubbing her eyes "Back from the show, how was i-" before she finishes her sentence she sees the boy In Marco's arms

"W-What's this?!" Johhana says with her eyes wide.

"Can you belive it, we found him in trash".

"WHAT!"

Marco looks up at his mother "He has no one, nothing"

"What are we going to do"? Johanna asks her son.

He thinks a moment then responds. "We are wealthy and have everything but he starts off with nothing and nobody to look up to, it's not fair".

This cities orphanage is one of the most depressing homes a child could have. Marco has been there to donate for charity from time to time.

"Why don't we take him in?" Marco says with confidence.

Samantha looks at him with surprise" Are you serious? I was kinda thinking the same thing but didn't know how you would think".

They already have four young children they already love. What's one more child?

Johanna sees how serious they are chooses not to reject" what will you name him"

Samantha now holding Marco gives complete eye contact" Marco"? She says his name for she has no clue what to name him.

Marcos expression becomes determined" though he doesn't have our blood it was destiny that we crossed paths."

"Angelo... Angelo Oweli, hes perfect"