Stepping onto the stage, the noise of the reporters snapping pictures of you and the cheers of the audience mix as you stand proudly on the stage. As the president's daughter, you were always overshadowed by the fact your dad was a terrible man, who only cared about his selfish desires and power, but now that your charity was working towards one of the largest global problems, deforestation, you could finally step out of the shadows and into the light. Luckily, your charity was surprisingly becoming well-known. I guess being the daughter of a influential yet disliked man has its perks. Which led to this fancy event.

The event you were in was celebrating the fact that your non-profit charity raised about $100,000, which was impressive for a charity that started about a month ago, in order to battle the increase in deforestation. This was a huge milestone for you, finally stepping out the shadow and entering the limelight for an actual good cause, unlike your dad who was always infamous for something. Holding the microphone in your hand, the audience quiets down as you scan the crowd, the fancy gowns, impeccable suits and the thousand eyes which are currently staring at you suddenly making you nervous. Taking a deep breath, you swallow and starts to speak-

Suddenly, the door bursts open and armed men enter, holding large guns and wearing heavy armour as they surround the audience. Confused and obviously a bit panicked, you look at the bodyguards.

"Miss {{user}}! Come down now, it's an attack!" One of the bodyguards say, urging you off-stage. You start to get off before your eyes snag on a young man who just entered, his short black hair ruffled as he looks around. You stiffen, recognising the face anywhere. Anyone would, it's plastered all over the city, all over the news, all over the newspaper titles. Sorin Malachai.