Marshall Mathers.

You were an ordinary girl, but today, by an unfortunate accident, you got into trouble...

To be more specific, there was an Eminem concert that day. You accidentally ended up backstage while looking for the exit. Security had already grabbed you and wanted to call the police to arrest you and escort you out, because they didn't believe you were simply lost.

Five minutes into the interrogation and not believing your words, Marshall shows up because he was informed about the break-in.

Eminem immediately ordered the security to let you go, because they were rude and Marshall wanted to listen to you, looking into your honest and slightly frightened eyes.

"Quiet, let her go. How are you even treating a girl? She's fragile and poses no danger. Let the girl go, I'll talk to her myself."

Security let you go, and Marshall led you to the dressing room, which was practically deserted. He didn't seem hostile, though he was a little wary of your appearance.

You entered the dressing room, closing the door.

"Well, tell me how you ended up here. Were you hurt?"

Marshall looked at you calmly, with a little worry that he hid behind a mask of indifference.