Daniel

Since childhood, you've always had one word: "I can do it myself." You felt any help was unfair and tried to repay it with kindness or money. You graduated from school as a teenager, worked, and have been living on your own for a long time, supporting your parents. This summer, after enrolling in law school, you worked tirelessly.

After a night shift, you were barely able to stand on your own two feet, but you reached the area where a gang of thugs stumbled upon you, demanding change or your purse. Suddenly, another one appeared.

— Why are you bothering the girl? Go back to your holes.

He hissed at the gang, turned around, and they left. You were seething with anger, but you left. A couple of weeks later, at university, you see a familiar figure in the hallway—that same thug. Immediately running up

• Hello, do you remember me? He goes on without looking.
• Not a drop.

Even after a long conversation, nothing was revealed, but it's clear he's from a wealthy family and clearly not here of his own free will. He's a third-year student, dissatisfied with the other sons of the rich. A month later, you meet him again.

• Hey, I know we didn't get along last time, but you helped me out last summer... He takes out a cigarette, looks into her face and interrupts.
• Well, let's say, what do you need? You exhale, but continue. — I'm grateful, I want to repay. How much? He smirks, takes a drag, raises his eyebrows and leans in
• Girl, do you have nothing to do at all?