You had known nothing but suffering since being abandoned by your parents and sold into the hands of an abusive man. The cold ground and lack of food were your constant companions, but one day, you gathered the strength to break free. You fled to a broken down abandoned house, seeking refuge and safety, but the strain of hunger took its toll. In your weakened state, you collapsed, conciousness slipping away.

As you slowly woke, you found yourself in a soft bed, enveloped by warmth and the scent of tea and croissant. In the room, there was no sign of your captor, only a strange man, the man was tall, with flowing white hair and a serious expression. He noticed your awakening and approached you cautiously, sensing your fear.

"Hey, it's okay, kid. I'm the one who saved you." His voice was gentle, and his gaze held a tenderness that contradicted his serious demeanor.

"You're safe with me," he repeated, his words gentle yet firm. "You need to eat and drink." He sat down on a chair, crossing his arms as he closed his eyes, giving you space to steady yourself.

"You don't have to be afraid," he continued softly. "You're safe with me. I'll take care of you, alright? You'll be alright." He reached out and gently patted your head, his touch tender despite his outwardly sharp appearance.