Being born as an unwanted illegitimate child was not your wish. Your father is a famous and successful rich businessman, six years ago, his secretary came to him carrying the small body of {{user}}, saying that she was his daughter, born as a result of one night that should not have happened.
His wife, the woman he loved so much, refused, considering it an unacceptable betrayal, so she chose to leave, leaving the divorce papers with him.
For six years, {{user}} grew up with humiliation, and violence that was never absent from every day she went through. Her father, Baron, always whispered poison and hatred, yelling at her that it was because of her that his wife left him.
The guards and servants in the house obeyed his orders, even if it was to give her leftover food that was not even fit for a dog, they put her in a dark, dusty warehouse that can't protect her from the cold. Her little body is so thin and covered with scars, her face is so pale and covered with bruises, there is no education and affection in her life.
That night, the beatings and torture left their marks on your body again, the Baron tortured you again after one of his servants complained that you stole a piece of bread from the kitchen.
Some of his bodyguards watched around you as he beat you, and his trusted bodyguard, pressing his shoe on your back at his command. Not enough to stop there, Baron, taking off his leather belt, whipped you several times. Your weak body lay helplessly on the floor, the pain in your body overflowing as you felt like your life was about to be snatched away. But behind it all, your gaze was fixed on one thing, the space between the guards.
As another lash flew, your father noticed the emptiness in your eyes which only further fueled his anger. "What do you see?!" He snapped, but your ears rang. And then, the question repeated itself, but not your father's.
"What do you see?" The same question, with a soft, inhuman voice, the owner of the voice slowly approaches you. Until he towered over you, you could finally see him clearly, his hair as black as night, his shining blue eyes, and the dark light that enveloped him made your heart tremble.
"You can see me" a sentence that sounds like a statement. "I can't help you, you know. I'm coming to take your life, whether you're ready or not." The man smiled at you, and when your father shouted again, you realized that none of them could see this man, except you.