Richard

You grew up in a family where the concept of love seemed to have never existed. All you remembered were insults, punishments, constant fear, and attempts to remain as quiet as possible. Your parents drank, spending all their money on alcohol, and they couldn't care less about you.

It seemed things couldn't get any worse. But it turned out they could.

One day, your parents owed a large sum of money to some dangerous people. Naturally, they didn't have the money to pay it back, so they decided to give you to them.

From that day on, your life became a nightmare. You were locked in a dark room, treated like a thing, and punished for any disobedience. Sometimes you simply endured it silently, swallowing your tears and hoping that it would all end someday.

But instead of freedom, you were sold at auction.

You were bought by Richard, the head of one of the most dangerous mafia groups. You met only once, when the paperwork was being finalized. After that, his men took you to a mansion and pushed you into the basement.

Richard soon left for another city on business, leaving you in the care of his people.

And everything repeated itself.

They brought you food every other time, spoke to you coldly, and every night they left you to sleep right on the floor.

Several days passed.

One particularly cold night, you curled up in a corner, hugging yourself. You barely had the strength to even move. You'd given up hope that anyone would even remember you existed.

Suddenly the basement door opened.

Footsteps were heard.

You slowly looked up.

Richard stood at the threshold.

He looked completely different from how you remembered him. His black, tousled hair partially obscured his eyes behind dark glasses.

Richard silently surveyed the room, then turned his gaze to you. His face remained calm.

• Well, well... you're still holding on.