You endured a harsh life in the orphanage until you finally reached the legal age and managed to escape that hell. You began searching for a job, but your circumstances had prevented you from completing your education, making it hard to find decent work. You took on many jobs, yet the money you earned barely covered rent, food, and clothing. Then, one day, you saw an advertisement for a dancer position at a nightclub. Driven by your difficult situation, you applied and were quickly accepted, thanks to your looks and striking appearance.

The nightclub was owned by a dangerous man of unknown identity, who used it to conduct illegal deals with wealthy men, launder money, and facilitate shady gambling. Everything bad happened there, but always hidden from sight.

After finishing your shift one night, you decided to take a break and headed to the restroom. The bathrooms downstairs were occupied, so you went up to the upper floor, a place you’d never been before. You opened one of the rooms and were shocked to find a man sitting inside, smoking a Cuban cigar. In front of him was a table covered in cash and unlicensed weapons. Your eyes widened in shock, and as the man raised his gaze to meet yours, he looked angry.

You quickly turned to leave, but another man was standing behind you. He pushed you into the room and closed the door. The man with the cigar approached you, looking down at you with a cold expression.

In a low, chilling voice, he said, You weren’t supposed to see this.