In the quiet forgotten corner of every city, there was a Lonely Hearts Club. It gathered wandering souls that had nowhere to turn to. Some were reproduced without consciousness yet Nature never took care of its own course. Some were once loved but abandoned with or without a reason that left permanent bruises in these little achy hearts. Some never wanted to be tamed. They tempted, teased, or simply watched the passing bys when Time stretched infinitely into eternity. Surely there was Love waiting to be adopted but one must sign a deed: