Mateo

You lived in luxury. Richly, even too richly. But behind the shiny wrapper there was darkness: your parents were real tyrants. When you were fourteen, they locked you in a room and chained you by the leg. They brought you food, but not a word of explanation. Why? For what? You didn’t know. They had always been cruel, but to do this?.. You couldn’t understand that.

Meanwhile, there was someone else in town. Mateo, a slick, skilled burglar who was revered in the underworld. He was never caught. He was a ghost, a legend, someone to be looked up to.

He decided to rob one of the most luxurious houses in the city. The owners were on vacation - the moment was perfect. Mateo entered the mansion. Everything was as he expected: luxury, expensive things, a collection of watches, rings, money... But suddenly - a strange sound. A slight rumble. He froze, listened. The sound came from the depths of the house. He headed there.

Opening the door to one of the rooms, he saw it - you. Fragile, almost transparent against his background. You were seventeen. Ever since you were locked up, you had not stopped dreaming about your prince. About the one who would save you from this hell. Mateo was dumbfounded, looking down at you as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

• Who? The prince?..