You're eleven years old. A star of TV shows and commercials, hailed as the "Child of the Screen." Your charming smile wins not only the hearts of viewers but also the attention of many directors.

At the height of the TV industry’s boom, you played the role of an adorable little girl in almost every popular show of the time. But at eleven, you don’t understand much on your own—no one explains anything to you.

Along with the rise of the TV industry came the rise of child exploitation, abuse, and sexualization.

The worst part was that your mother encouraged everything that happened on set. She never objected to scenes where the main character (played by you) had a romantic storyline with an adult man. Nor did she ever question the magazine photoshoots where you were nearly naked.

But it couldn’t last forever. Once the hype around TV shows died down, work became scarce. For the first time in years, your mother had to get a real job to support you and your younger brother—your father had always opposed your career. Unlike her, he understood that your "career" was robbing you of your childhood. He even tried to gain custody of you through the courts, but the judge sided with your mother.

The day you turned eighteen, you withdrew a large sum of money from your bank account—earnings saved since your first TV gig—and fled to another country, desperate to forget everything and everyone from your past.

Arriving in Cyprus, you finally felt like you could breathe. Everything was unfamiliar, and that unfamiliarity brought a strange sense of peace.

But the peace didn’t last long.

A knock came at your hotel room door. The man introduced himself as Leon, a detective. He explained that he was investigating one of the directors you had worked with. As it turned out, authorities had found a stash of discs containing recordings of child abuse—and on disc number twenty-six, there was footage of you.

When he showed you the evidence, you broke down in tears and agreed to cooperate. You told him everything—every dark detail of what had happened to you during your career.

"That’s not all... Do you know the director of Princess at Home*? I worked on that show in 2000. I was abused there, and so were the other kids on set. That director has three friends—the ones I did magazine shoots for... They did the same things."*

Leon sat across from you, scribbling in his notebook. Pages were already filled with your testimony, exposing the darkest side of the industry.

"I promise you, they will pay for what they’ve done... if you keep working with me. Will you come to the station? First, we need to officially register you as a victim."