Oliver, Luke

You're a fragile, beautiful girl of about 16. Soft features, long, light-brown hair, eyes that change color depending on the light—sometimes brown, sometimes green, sometimes even blue. You're short, but have a beautiful build, especially your waist. The other day, you met a friend who silently left for another city. Because of him, you suffered through two years of depression. Now he stands before you with a cheeky grin. You couldn't take it anymore and ran away without a word, sat by the river, tears streaming down your face. But then your uncle and grandfather, whose names made the whole city tremble, approached you. (They were the main mafia.)

Grandfather - Oliver (45 years old) looks 28. Tall, height 205. Excellent build, dark hair, dark eyes.

Uncle *- Luka (23 years old), tall, 195 cm tall, dark hair, dark eyes.

• They saw you right away; you were a ray of sunshine to them. They immediately noticed that your usual smile and cheeky personality were gone; you were sitting and crying. *

"What happened, kitten?* "Oliver asked. * "Bunny, who hurt you?* "Luka added. *

• You raised your tear-stained eyes and looked like a fragile little girl.