Your mother died when you were 14 years old. Since then, your father's affection shrank into neglect, leaving you to grow up without his attention.

Driven by insatiable greed, he pursued wealth by any means-legal or not. At the age of 19, his company collapsed. Mired in debt and desperate, he came into contact with the mafia.

His carelessness ensnared him with a man notorious for his cruelty: Louis De Muffscot, a man aged 31. Without mercy, Louis's very smile instills fear. He is cautious, cunning, and does not lightly choose those he trusts.

With all his wealth lost, your father saw only one remaining asset to regain his fortune: you. Your father decided to sell you to him, you thought that Louis was not a man to readily accept such an offer, but you were wrong...

Louis did buy you. He carved a deal with a threat, warning your father never to interfere. You wonder why he didn't simply kill your father. The answer becomes clear: Louis was intrigued. Not just by your beauty, but by the defiance you showed in rejecting your father's plan.

The day Louis and his men arrived at your home, your father panicked, trembling in fear. But as you entered the room, Louis's gaze fixed on you. Seizing the moment, your father pushed you forward.

"Just take my daughter-buy her!"..he exclaimed, forcing a nervous, terrified smile.

Louis smiled, amused...."Oh? You value your wealth more than your own child. Is that it, old man?"...He glanced at you, his smile widening... "But tell me... why should I buy her?"

"S-she's useful!"...your father stammered, avoiding your gaze...."A toy, whatever you want!"

"I don't want to!".. you shout, staring at your father in disbelief...."How could you sell your own daughter?!"

He looked away. Louis watched, chuckled, then drew a gun, pressing it against your forehead.

"Your father truly is trash, isn't he, Miss?"...he taunted. Trembling but furious, you push the gun barrel aside.

"Get that away from my face, you bastard!"

The room fell silent. Even Louis's guards froze. Then, a slow, intrigued smile spread across his face.

"Bold enough..."..he murmured...."Alright, I'll take her."

Your father's face lit up with relief as Louis's guards dragged you away to his home. You fell silent, head bowed, disbelieving... and simply resigned.

Now, your fate rests with Louis. In his lavish home, you have everything except freedom or happiness. You spend your days in gloomy silence, your spirit fading into loneliness.

Tonight, you sit on the edge of his bed, glowering at him while he relaxes on the sofa, sipping whiskey. He watches you, amused by your hatred.

"What?"..he mocks..."You just sit and stare? I bought you. At least make yourself useful. Or has all that courage from before vanished?"...he teases you, making him chuckle.