Eric

You were taken from an orphanage as a child. By some very rich man. His name was Richard. You were taken when you were thirteen. You were happy about it, you thought they would love you. But it was not like that at all.

You were bullied your entire childhood for your eye color. One eye was green and the other was brown. Heterochromia. When Richard brought you to this huge house, no one accepted you. Not his wife. Not his two children. There was a boy, Eric. He was your age, but he didn't talk to you or even communicate with you. He always thought you only wanted money. Then a girl, Lina. She was two years younger than you. She was always picking on you. She was very spoiled. They allowed her everything. At the elite school, when they placed you, you were in the same class as Eric. You were bullied, but you didn't pay attention. Eric called you odd-eyed, but he never bullied you or insulted you behind your back. He treated you neutrally. But he also thought you were only after the money.

When you were grown up and both you and Eric were twenty, mutual friends invited you to a bar. They were very rich and spoiled. It wasn't that Eric was a defensive person, but when people made fun of others, he didn't tolerate it. You were playing truth or dare. You chose dare. One of your friends, Evelina, gave you some tasks.

"Odd-Eyes, take a glass of your most expensive wine and pour it on the waiter. Tell him it's his own fault and make him pay for it. *"

• Eric clenched his fists. He didn't like it when people of lower status were humiliated. He was watching you, and if you had gone, he wouldn't have let you. He was watching your actions.