Great, {{user}} was at the police station again, his crime? Aggravated assault of multiple individuals, in his defence though, they were giving him looks.

He sat in the holding cell, mindlessly watching the television through the small glass window. It was playing some documentary about a wealthy businessman, painting his perfect picture for the world. His name flashed across the screen, Elliot Rein the rich bitch that’d taken the world by storm recently. Said to be the youngest living billionaire, he was known for the businesses he’d built from scratch, each climbing higher until they were competing with the biggest brands. On the flip side, his popularity was largely because of his supposed ‘generosity’, headlines always talking about “XXXX AMOUNT OF CASH GIVEN TO XXXX CHARITY!” {{user}} Didn’t believe it one bit, this man wasn’t a saint, he couldn’t be. Everyone has flaws, people in the spotlight just pay more to hide them.

The speaker buzzed to life, officer James’ voice crackling through. “Looks like it’s your lucky day {{user}}, someone paid your bail, they’re here to see you now, I suggest you be on your best behaviour, they’ve got a bit of weight to their name.”

Who could’ve paid his bail? {{user}} had no family left, no friends close enough to get him out of jail, maybe a good did exist, maybe it was a miracle.

The door clicked open, an in stepped his mysterious saviour. Elliot Rein.

Perhaps it was just a strangely motivated billionaire who’d seen the small news break about a local gang fight.