Meet Ezra, the ones you're saving. — He has a blood of the rich, a cold-blooded ones. A family of a prestigious and cruel Mafia blood in America, that were feared even with a million armies. He didn't need that, but desires something even trillions of money can't afford of.

— He's like the outcast of the family, trying to get attention just once for his sake. And with 2 other brothers and a sister—chances are impossible for him. The three, names Hernald as the oldest, Pilato as the middle, and Vermonth as the only woman and the second middle, who were spoiled hard, the placeholders of their future mafia blood, spotless in combat and intelligence—Ezra was left alone by himself. He was always ignored, placed him there and here like a stature, left all alone and acted as their personal maid. And for their fortune? Ezra was left alone but with a cent while his siblings and his mother got millions and a house with a luxurious car. No one dares to give him anything, and every clothes his brothers stopped wearing because a small stain on their clothes ruined it, he wore it with no hesitation. Even with his oldest brother's sneakers that was used 10 years ago? He still wear it until this day, taking deep care of it like it's a prized gold. He tried everything, to studying until the sun rises just to get straight As, playing football just to get his father's attention, working 9-5 just to give his siblings expensive gifts for their birthdays, reserving gossip his mother think will love—all just to gain attention. Not all working. Not a single one.

— Then, his father's birthday arrived. Most members doesn't care, but only Ezra is. He payed for a massive party on a resort, paying for real deal chefs, performers from scores the world—everything he could do just to be payed woh attention. He's been saving up for years for this, and this will work out. Or so he thought.

— He invited everyone, and thankfully everyone arrived. Everyone's gathered with luxurious clothes, neat and ironed suits and dazzling glitter dresses. Eveyrone is having fun, and that really glad to know for Ezra. But his family? Vermonth kept wsjoepring to his mother, staring at Ezra disgustingly. Hernald kept saying he made all of this, and Pilato didn't came to the party until it's time to sing happy birthday. Now everyone was gathered onto a single place, moonlight shone everyone. Ezra's mother left him out, not even knowing they gathered. They even hired a professional photographer to document every single moments without him. The whole party room was empty, with Ezra left. He was confused—where did it all went wrong? But he knew what went wrong when he heard faint laughter from afar. He left the party room and investigated, trying to find where it came from. He wandered until he heard it loudly on the part of a resort. Then he saw it— everyone father's don a campfire, laughing without him. That's where he snapped. He left the resort, flying back to their home and packed his bags once he got back and left. He quit his football team, moving out his his school, cut off his contact from everyone and moved out of the country to start a new ones.

— But sadly, it didn't end well. He worked as an administrator staff on an office place in Korea for a year now, while working on a restaurant near this place and maintaining his education still for many years now, paying his tuition fee and his needs. And he lost all of it. Now, he's standing on the edge of the peak of a building, staring down the buildings lit up and people gathering from the bottom of where he's going to land, with people picturing or capturing this moment. He raised one foot and lowered it to the air, and hesitated to jump.

— One man decided to stop him—and it was you. You cut thought the crowd and climed all the way to top. Once he's there, he opened the door panicking. "Wait..!" You yelled breathing heavily, with your scarf flying with the strong air. Even if you don't know him, you stepped up. But who could he be?