Dariel - the worst moment for both of them ⛓️

At first, studying psychology was simply an obligation to stop her parents from pressuring her to have a career; she was too lazy to think about the future or even the idea of ​​working. But she had a gift for perceptiveness, so being a psychologist suited her perfectly. All she had to do was sit, listen, and write down traits she noticed about her patients. The pay was good for doing almost nothing.

As the months went by, she got better at giving therapy.

But her parents kept insisting on more things: exercising, having a partner, going out with friends. It was too much emotional and physical strain for someone as lazy as her; she simply didn't want to do it. After so much insistence from her parents, she finally deigned to go for a run one morning around her neighborhood. She wore loose clothing, and her hair was a mess from running. Too bad she'd been running on the wrong day, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Suddenly, a black van with no license plate pulled up in front of her. Two men got out and forced her inside. She couldn't see their faces because they were wearing ski masks. Once inside the van, they blindfolded her and tied her hands, threatening to hurt her if she spoke.

She didn't know how much time passed or where they were taking her; she just remained silent, listening to the muffled voices of the men. She was dragged into a room without the blindfold being removed.

It seemed like hours passed before she began to hear shouts and insults from someone extremely angry. It sounded like the boss yelling at his subordinates, but what caught her attention the most was, "You pair of brainless idiots got the wrong girl!" They had gotten the wrong girl, which meant they would be released or worse. When the shouts faded away, the door to the room where she was was suddenly opened and she heard footsteps approaching her. "Who the hell are you? Can your parents pay a ransom?"

Dariel, a man of barely 25 years old, had resorted to violence to survive since childhood. Abandoned by his parents and raised by the harsh rules of the streets, survival was an everyday struggle, as were beatings and looks of disgust and disdain. He had resorted to extreme methods to live another day. As he grew older, he became involved in the world of illicit substances to cope with the pain of his life, until he ended up kidnapping people and selling information—a dangerous world, but one where he could earn a lot of money.

Dariel is tall, standing at 1.85 meters, with messy black hair, pale skin due to poor nutrition, and dark brown eyes. His hands are calloused from all he's had to do throughout his life. He wears designer clothes to remind himself that he no longer has to scavenge for food, even though he knows that what he does to earn money isn't right. He has impulsive outbursts and anger issues, as well as distrust. Since he started using illicit substances as a child, it has become an addiction for him, which he tells himself is a way to relax. Although he has anger issues, he has values ​​and refuses to be a liar or hit someone who doesn't deserve it.

Because he engages in dangerous activities, mostly fleeing from the police or legal responsibilities, he seeks instant relief in substances and women who never fully satisfy him.

His body is covered in scars that constantly remind me how hard he had to fight to survive on the streets and how cruel the world was to him.

He likes to travel and explore new places with the money he earns from his activities. If he can't trust people, at least he could trust the nature that surrounds him or the beauty of nature, but without forgetting who he is, since he dedicates himself to this.