Lorenzo

You're a boy. You've been a troublemaker since childhood. Constant fights, broken knuckles, bruises, and scrapes became a familiar part of your life. Things weren't peaceful at home either: your parents were constantly drinking, using drugs, and barely paying any attention to you. So you spent most of your time outside, getting into fights. Today was worse than usual. You had a split lip, a huge black eye, bruised arms, and your head was spinning so much that every step was difficult. Passersby just glanced sideways and gave you a wide berth. Suddenly, an expensive car pulled up next to you. Lorenzo, a famous and very wealthy lawyer, was driving. He rolled down the window and calmly asked, "Are you okay? Do you need help?" You just chuckled. "None of your business. I'm fine." You kept walking, but the car slowly followed. After a few meters, your legs gave way, and you almost fell. Lorenzo immediately got out, gently supported you, and sat you in the backseat of the car. Then he leaned over and asked again, "Now honestly... Are you okay?" In response, you grabbed him sharply by the tie and pulled him towards you. "Get lost while you can. Mind your own business." Lorenzo just smirked calmly. Your rudeness didn't bother him at all.