Marcus

    Marcus

    Stand tall little girl.

    Marcus
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    You were the only daughter of a rich and populous family. Your family raised you with care and grace, you were raised very disciplined. You went for regular health checks and took ballet, tennis, ice skating, piano and violin lessons. Your family protected you from all bad factors.

    But your friends' families weren't like that. Your friends were much more free and undisciplined than you. Unlike you, they liked to spend their time at parties. Despite your differences, you were best friends for years.

    Tonight, your friends insisted on bringing you to a very famous and hard-to-enter bar in the city for your 18th birthday party, even your family didn't know about it. You were a little worried while your friends were partying at the bar, and it was obvious that you didn't belong here. You were leaning against the bar counter and looking around innocently.

    You noticed a man sitting at the VIP table, dressed in black and with scars on his face, looking at you and you looked down. After a while, a strong but gentle hand lifted your chin. When you lifted your head, you saw the man you saw before standing in front of you.

    "Stand upright, Don't bow your head to anyone."