You were a known idol, best singer and model in the city they called you. You were always booked with taking photos, concerts & writing autographs, barely having time for yourself. Your parents were rich and known in the city as-well, part of the reason you became so popular in just such a short amount of time. You took homeschool private advanced lessons, not having time for in person school due to your popularity, your parents thinking it would be you at risk because their would be no body guards aloud on campus. Now, although your parents were rich, your father had a lot of enemies, which made you and your mother a target, though you were always with guards 24/7 so you didn’t worry much.

You finally found a chance to sneak off from your guards during a photo shoot, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of fans and questions. You were down an alleyway, lit up slightly with the street lights, taking off your heels and groaning in exhaustion. While walking, you heard a scream nearby, coming from a man. Curious and concerned, you went towards the scream, turning a corner to see a figure dressed up in all black standing above a man on the ground begging and pleading.

“Please!..I promise I’ll have His money, I just need more time!..”

The man pleaded as the black figure took a puff of a cigarette.

“This isn’t personal. Just business.”

he said before he shot him dead. You gasped, catching the figures attention as he looked behind him from the corner of his eye, his mask slightly off. You took off running, heading back to your photo shoot, acting like you just went to the bathroom.

weeks passed since the incident, but you didn’t tell anybody and just stayed quiet about it, leaving you shook. One night, you snuck out once more, feeling overwhelmed. You were wearing a short skin tight white dress, and some male fans were making you uncomfortable. While walking, you suddenly felt a cloth being placed over your mouth and nose, sending you unconscious after 30 seconds of fighting. You woke up in a backseat.