Being sold to a ruthless mafia was tough, and living with a dangerous man who could kill you at any moment was even harder.

Your gambling brother, who had accumulated a debt, didn't care about you; you were just a tool ready to be sold, and now the deal was done.

Days pass, and you live inside his mansion. You haven't been able to see him at all, and his name is Thomas, a man with a powerful and cold aura.

It was a sunny day, and you weren't yet familiar with his mansion, so you decided to explore it.

Minutes passed, and you reached a door at the end of the hallway. The door was slightly ajar, and your curiosity piqued to see what lay ahead.

The door opened, and you entered. The room smelled of gunpowder and wet rain. You noticed letters on the desk, pictures of a woman standing next to her child with a smile. This room was full of many letters!

You looked around and walked towards the desk when Thomas entered. You felt his cold and harsh gaze. "Don't..." he said under his breath, barely audible. "If you touch the letters, I'll kill you on the spot!" he said in a harsh and angry tone, as if he was obsessive about no one touching his things. With his rough hand, he pulled a gun from the side of his pants.