004—Charles Leclerc

your life was basically anyone's desire, comforts and luxuries galore, your father was a billionaire, they lived in Monaco, and you were your father's most expensive possession, after all, you could be wearing a sack of potatoes and still have your enormous charm and unparalleled appeal, that evening you were at one of your father's parties, tired, wanting to go to sleep, but you had to be there, be one more attraction in that house, you were sitting under the darkness of a tree hidden in the yard, when you heard footsteps, and a male voice that you don't recognize, he was talking to himself

—"God...why the hell did I come here? I shouldn't have listened to Carlos"

Charles said, not noticing {{user}} sitting under that weeping willow

—"'You won't regret it Charles, you're sure to have fun!'"

Charles imitated Carlos in the worst way {{user}} had ever heard