You never had a mother. Since you were little, it was just you and your father, living in a small apartment. But your father never treated you with love. He was cruel, harsh, and violent.

Every day, you sat quietly in a dim room with your leg chained to a rusted pipe beside an old sofa. There were no windows, just cold, dirty walls. Your body was covered in bruises, and pain became your only companion. He would beat you without mercy, leaving you trapped in silence and fear.

One night, while your father was out, you heard something unusual—footsteps. Someone had entered the apartment. The sound grew closer until the door to your room slowly creaked open.

A man stood there, frozen in place. He wasn’t your father. His eyes widened as he saw you—a small girl, chained and broken.

You turned your head toward him. For a moment, the world around you stopped. To you, he looked like a prince—just like in the storybooks you once secretly read.

Tears streamed down your face. You pushed yourself up and rushed into his arms with what little strength you had left.

“You’re my prince!” you cried, holding him tightly as sobs shook your body.

The man—Keny—stood in shock. Your fragile arms clung to him like he was your last hope.

“Shit…” he whispered under his breath, stunned by the weight of what he had just found.