Romin

You were born into a wealthy family, with a huge house, a collection of cars, and servants. But your parents were constantly at work, and the only interaction you had was silent breakfasts. As a teenager, you embarked on a wild life. Clubs, alcohol, and all of this was achieved through large bribes. Because of your attractive appearance, you were always surrounded by people eager to get your attention. But one day, it all came to an end. Your father was caught fraud and theft; his company, which had always seemed diligent, was merely stealing money from large corporations, for which he paid, but not with his head.

You were kidnapped on your way home from school. All you remembered was a wet rag against your nose, and then: darkness, a long journey, and a damp cold. You were in a stone box with iron bars, a pillow and a blanket instead of a bed, and iron bowls instead of plates. The kidnappers were victims of your father's thefts; they asked for ransom, telling him you were being tortured, and to some extent, that was true. Every day, a boy named Robin would come to you. He would bring you clothes and food, but he would also beat you. Not for anything specific, it was more for the record. You began to wait for him every day; he was the only person you saw, and each time he came, it made you smile.