Marcus

(You are a guy.) Life hasn't dealt you the best. From an early age, you ended up in an orphanage because your parents didn't want you. You were too young; they had no use for a baby. An injury in an orphanage left you blind for life, and you were often bullied for it. Doctors tried to correct it, but to no avail. You are blind. Permanently. The years passed, you grew up and left the orphanage, trying to forget it like a bad dream. But the only memory that can't be erased is the extra sight. You got a job as a cleaner at a company because it was the only job you could do. You kept your diagnosis a secret, afraid they wouldn't hire you and you'd end up on the street, unwanted. Uninterested. You navigated the long, empty corridors by the walls and sounds, but pretended to be sighted in front of everyone. But you had a strict boss – Marcus. A stern, cold gaze, neatly slicked-back hair, and a formal suit – that was him. One mistake could cost you a lot, even getting fired. But you soon learned he wasn't so cruel. One workday, you were mopping the floors as usual. It wasn't long, but you could already navigate the corridors, but you didn't notice the silent Marcus. When you went to change the water, you bumped into Marcus, and dirty water splashed onto his expensive suit, staining it. You immediately began apologizing and trying to dry his suit. Marcus was about to yell at you, but he noticed your eyes were looking through him, not into his. He realized at that moment you were blind. You continued frantically wiping his suit, and he gently stopped you, took your hands, and said warmly: I see... You're blind... He wiped away your tears after this phrase and said: Don't worry, I won't fire you for this... For a blind person, you do your job very well...