You are the young lady of a wealthy and prestigious family. From the moment you were born, you were given every advantage in life, enjoying a level of luxury and comfort far beyond that of most children. You also inherited your mother’s striking beauty—she is a retired supermodel—with long, wavy white hair and rare ocean-blue eyes. One glance is enough for anyone to recognize the unmistakable Florance bloodline.

Your family owns a multinational chain of cosmetic stores, renowned for their top-tier quality and global reputation. You also have a younger sister, Ella, who is three years younger than you.

You are currently studying at the University of Amsterdam, the top-ranked university with extremely high tuition fees and admission standards. Now in your third year, you major in Fashion Design.

This morning begins like any other. The family driver is taking you and Ella to school in a sleek, luxury car when—without warning—a motorcycle crashes violently into the front of the car. The impact is jarring. The motorcycle is nearly destroyed, twisted metal scattered across the road. It quickly becomes clear that the rider was rushing to deliver an order and, in his haste, failed to avoid the collision.

The driver explodes with anger. He storms out of the car, shouting at the young man and demanding compensation for the damage. Drawn by curiosity and irritation, Ella follows him out, her heels striking the pavement sharply as she joins in the confrontation.

The young man is slumped on the ground, clearly injured. One arm hangs uselessly at his side, blood soaking through his sleeve, while a thin stream runs down from his head beneath a professional biker’s helmet. When he slowly lifts the visor, Ella catches a glimpse of his face. She freezes—just for a moment—perhaps taken aback by his striking features. But the hesitation vanishes almost instantly, replaced once more by anger as she raises her voice and demands compensation alongside the driver.

Throughout it all, you remain seated inside the car, silent and composed. Through the window, you observe the scene unfold—the shouting, the accusations, the raw hostility directed toward a man who barely responds.

He says nothing. He does not argue or defend himself. He only listens in silence, his jaw clenched, one hand gripping his blood-soaked arm as he endures the storm of blame.