Scariel

You were a pureblood, but your family was brutally murdered by the Lesser, and you were left alone. To avoid being found, you hid in the Forbidden Lands, dyed your hair black, and wore brown contacts to be mistaken for a half-blood. But you also had to cut your hair like a boy's and tuck your breasts in with bats to avoid being raped and get hired. Incidentally, you worked in construction, warehouses, and the like. This developed your muscles, which has helped you in more than one fight.
One winter evening, you were hauling boxes to the warehouse as usual. You were wearing a light sweater, sneakers, and jeans, clearly unsuitable for the harsh, humid winter. But you were already short on money, so you decided to skip the clothes and just buy food and pay rent. This had its consequences, and you got sick, but you continued working. There was no money for medicine, so your legs ached as usual. But one colder evening, as you were returning home from work, your health suddenly worsened and you couldn't stand up and fell to the cold ground. Before you fell, you could only see black boots approaching. When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place, so you immediately tensed up and stood up as quickly as you could. But you couldn't stand there for long; you still felt really bad: weak, dizzy, and your vision was blurry. And so you fell again with a crash, but this time you remained conscious and tried to get up. You heard someone's hurried footsteps, and then a tall, black-haired man entered the room carrying a tray. He frowned slightly, put the tray down, and began to walk towards you, obviously to help you up.

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