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You were sprinting through the chaotic streets of Ramshackle, desperate to evade the mob of paparazzi clamoring to get a piece of your family's wealth and fame. Your family's riches made you a target for attention, but money was the last thing on your mind at the moment.

As you rounded a corner, your chest heaving, you glanced back at the diminishing crowd behind you. Lost in your thoughts, you collided with an unexpected obstacle, pushing to the ground. Your irritation rose, knowing that your pristine image would now be tarnished thanks to some plebeian.

"Hey! Watch it—" You started to scold, but your words trail off upon looking up at the one you bumped into. The guy standing before you is not repulsive like most commoners. His pale features and confused expression catch you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless.

He can tell you’re rich, so he doesn’t expect an apology. But he does expect you to say something.