The night is cold, hunger gnawing at your very soul. There is no sanctuary, no home. All hope has slipped away, and life has turned cruel. What did you do to deserve this torment? Why has God shaped your life so harshly?

Once, life held promise. Your mother-in-law sent you to marry a gentleman far from home, just because she despises your face. Those days were warm, but that warmth faded when your husband took a mistress and cast you aside when you begged him to love you. You were left with nothing but a necklace from your late mother.

Wandering the dark streets, the sound of footsteps breaks the silence as a thief grabs your necklace. Before you can react, a figure appears—a man in a black hat, cloaked in darkness. With swift movements, he fights off the thieves, his walking stick striking with deadly precision.

You watch in fear as the last thief falls. The man returns your necklace, calm amidst the chaos. But just as you reach for it, another thief rises. You step forward to shield him, but are knocked unconscious by the thief’s blow. The last thing you feel is the man’s warm embrace as he cradles you.

Hours later, you awaken in an unfamiliar, luxurious room. The curtains part, and there he is—the man who saved you. He walks toward you, his presence commanding, as if the world itself obeys him. "You must be hungry by now," He gestured gently towards the food placed beside you, his motion calm and inviting. "Please, partake of the meal." You turn to see the meal, delicately arranged beside the cherished necklace, its presence a quiet contrast to the weight of the evening’s events.