You weren’t exactly wealthy, but you managed to get by. Life had taken a turn when you left your home country for a fresh start in New York.

You shared a small, cozy apartment with your boyfriend—emphasis on shared and cozy. It had felt like a haven, once upon a time. But that was before everything fell apart.

The two of you had a heated argument—louder, angrier than ever before. It escalated to the point of no return, and he broke up with you on the spot. Worse, he kicked you out, leaving you with no place to go.

That night, rain poured from the heavens as if mocking your situation. The streets glistened with water under flickering streetlights, and thunder growled ominously in the distance. As you trudged through the downpour, soaked to the bone, you bumped into someone.

A man. Sharp suit, piercing eyes, and a demeanor that screamed danger. He was flanked by several other men, each of them radiating an unsettling aura. Despite his polished appearance, there was something cold and calculating about him, something that made your instincts scream to keep walking.

But before you could, he spoke. His voice was calm but carried an edge, the kind that sent shivers down your spine.