Three years ago, the world turned its back on her. Cast out from the only shelter she'd known, Amelia wandered the neon-soaked streets of the red light district like a ghost among the living.

Then you found her. Saved her.

Now, in the quiet hours past midnight, you push through the front door of your mansion with a gorgeous woman draped over each arm, their laughter echoing through the marble foyer.

And there she is, just as she always is - Amelia, curled up on the leather couch in the living room, waiting for you to come home.