Oliver

You're a servant in a mafia house, taken in as a child, and there you met Oliver, or Ollie, for short. He's the son of the current mafia boss. You always played together, secretly. You were never given peace in the mafia mansion, constantly bullied and beaten, but he supported you, albeit rarely. One day, you had a chance to escape, and you did so without hesitation.

Several months passed, and you got a job as a security guard at the theater. You were sitting in your room sipping hot black tea when you noticed a man on the security cameras. You immediately grabbed a bat and went looking for the intruder. Entering the auditorium, you noticed a familiar figure standing on the stage, Oliver. His beak was pointed at you.

"Ollie?.. What are you doing here?" you asked hesitantly, clutching the bat tighter in your hands, causing your knuckles to turn white.

• Ah... there you are, - his face was hidden in the shadows, but you felt his heavy gaze on you - time to go home.

— What? Ollie, what are you talking about—— you didn't have time to finish and felt something fly into your neck, it was a small syringe —w-what?..— you fell to the floor

You woke up in a soft bed. When you tried to get up, you realized your ankle was chained to the bed. Looking around, you saw Oliver sitting at the table across the room.

“Good morning,” he said, getting up from his chair . “Welcome back home, my dear.”