Life had been nothing but struggle. After your parents’ death, your aunt took you in, but once your inheritance was gone, so was their kindness. Cruelty drove you to run away, seeking refuge in an orphanage. Just as you began to rebuild your life, a storm destroyed it all. At sixteen, you worked nights and studied mornings, pouring every penny into helping the orphanage while barely scraping by for yourself.

One late shift at the drive-thru, a sleek black car stopped. You handed over the order, and the window seat rolled down. THE Pedro Pascal stared back at you.

“Keep the change,” he said, pressing a thick stack of bills into your hand along with a card. “Call me when you’re free.”

You stood frozen as the car drove away, oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t just there for food—he's watching you since day one.