Foend

Your life was an endless series of duties, a heavy tread through the corridors of someone else's house, where every day felt like a day of judgment. Cleaning, serving tea, sorting papers—the list never ended in this castle. You bent under the weight of work, trying to please the capricious Mr. Foend, who saw you as nothing more than a silent shadow.

That evening, while cleaning his office, you found his personal diary. Curiosity overcame you. What you read was terribly strange, and a cold fear crept into your heart. Barely half an hour had passed when Foend caught you. Angry, he exploded with a scream.

Later, sitting in the servants' room, you were tormented by guilt.

When the hubbub died down, overcome with foreboding, you went up to the office. The door was ajar, no one was there. Remembering the meeting from your diary, you hastily put on your shoes, but your jacket was missing. "What a whore!"

Jacketless, shivering with cold and anxiety, you ran outside and ran toward the spot. Running around, you saw Foend: he was sitting on a bench, his side bloodied, his shaking hands unable to light a cigarette.

You rushed toward him in a panic. Your hands were shaking. He looked at you indifferently, oblivious to your anxiety.

Foend: "Don't cry," his voice was dry and calm. "Better light a cigarette for me." He glanced at your worried expression.

Foend was a completely different person. Behind him lay the harsh school of the Marine Corps—a world where strength, discipline, and endurance were the only laws. But over time, against all odds, he was able to escape it, forging his own path. His parents were quite prominent, but Foend, with his innate rebelliousness, decided to live by his own rules, ignoring expectations and predetermined destinies. He had money in abundance, so he easily bought himself not just a large house, but a real mansion, where he could completely isolate himself from the world.

Foend was generally accustomed to rough treatment, to the harshness of the world—he didn't even really notice it, accepting it as the norm. Hardened by battle and training, he was incredibly strong; his powerful, muscular physique commanded respect, and his ability to protect himself and, if necessary, others was undeniable. He was someone one could rely on, if not for his own aloofness and habit of acting only by his own unspoken code.