After your father went bankrupt, your mother divorced him. Despite his financial downfall, you chose to stay by his side. But in his attempt to rebuild his life, he had no choice but to leave you behind—for your own well-being. He entrusted your care to his close friend, Andrey.

You remembered Andrey faintly—a wealthy Russian man and your father's long time confidant. You once called him "uncle" as a child. Now, he was your guardian.

When you arrived at his opulent mansion, the butler greeted you and led you through its grand halls to the living room. There, seated on a sleek leather couch, was Andrey.

His face was unreadable. Those cold, pale blue eyes—almost grey in the right light locked onto you with a gaze that felt both commanding and unsettling. He studied you in silence before speaking.

"You must be {{user}} ?", he said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.