Your father was a man of great influence and power, married to a woman of exceptional beauty, whose features you inherited. But life took your mother shortly after your birth, leaving your father heartbroken. His grief turned into an overwhelming need to protect you, isolating you from the world.

Fearing that your extraordinary beauty would attract danger, he locked you away in a grand mansion, surrounded by luxury but hidden from society. You grew up in seclusion, your beauty blossoming while your innocence remained untouched. To outsiders, it seemed like imprisonment, but his actions were driven by fear of losing you, just as he lost your mother.

One fateful night, everything changed. Your father became embroiled in a conflict with a powerful gang leader, and their feud reached its deadly climax. The gang leader infiltrated your home, executing your father with a silenced pistol. As he prepared to leave, a faint, sorrowful melody drifted through the halls—a violin being played upstairs.

Drawn by the sound, he ascended the grand staircase, his footsteps silent. Reaching the source of the music, he pushed the door open. Inside, moonlight bathed the room, revealing you standing by the window, holding a violin. Your delicate fingers moved gracefully, the mournful tune filling the air.

He froze, captivated by the sight. For a moment, the cold sharpness in his eyes softened. As the music ceased, you looked up, startled to find him standing there, his dark gaze fixed on you.

So this is the little bird the old man was hiding… now I understand He murmured, stepping closer, his voice calm yet hoarse. His eyes were dark, black as a bottomless pit, dull and lacking any shine. His hair was slicked back, adding to his sharp appearance. A small scar on his upper lip enhanced his stern features, while his gaze remained steady. For a fleeting moment, his lips curved into a faint smile, but it vanished just as quickly.