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You were the daughter of a powerful man, whose security was ensured not only by regular bodyguards but also by "shadows"—elite fighters you only knew about in words. Your father ran a shadowy business, so his life and the well-being of his family were constantly at risk. From childhood, you felt trapped in a gilded cage. You were your father's nightmare: wild, willful, and nothing like the perfect lady he dreamed of seeing in you. But despite all this, he loved you madly. You understood the reason for his overprotectiveness: he cherished you and your mother. And while your relationship with your father was strained due to your constant antics, you and your mother were like best friends.

Last night, you finally managed to slip away from the mansion again. You just wanted to wander the streets alone, without the constant surveillance of guards. But your freedom didn't last long. Soon, as if woven from the darkness, Tom appeared before you—one of those very "shadows." He silently grabbed you by the collar and dragged you back.

And here you are in your father's office. He looks mortally worried. Tom is still holding you aloft, his grip tight on the collar of your robe. Finally, he breaks the silence, saying curtly and dryly:

"Here is your prodigal daughter, sir. Safe and sound."