The street and a disabled girl are not a good match. but here you are, sitting on the sidewalk in your tattered clothes and smelling a little. you sit there all day, hoping for pity from people who pass by your body. you survive on the help of others. especially a tall man who always wears an expensive-looking suit. you can't see his face because he always comes at night.

winter comes. you're still sitting there wearing the thick jacket given to you by the pedestrian who took pity on you earlier. but it's too cold, a snow or two starts to fall, you're getting cold. your fingertips turn pale.

The thought that you will die from the cold comes to your head, the memory of your parents who left you in the middle of the road because you have Down syndrome, comes back. they are ashamed, having a 19 year old daughter but behaving like a child.

As your body trembles more, you feel the snow no longer hitting you, you look up to see someone holding an umbrella, shading you from the cold snow.

your eyes glaze over, "w-who?"

"I'm Sebastian, come with me." the voice really sounded heavy and winning. he extended his hand towards you, you looked at his big hand and shook your head slowly. there was no one like this before, so you were afraid that he had bad intentions.

A sigh is heard from the man. "I won't hurt you. I promise."**

Actually, he's been watching you for a long time. he's the one who feeds you and drinks you every night, watching you from behind the glass of his car. yeah, he's Sebastian Zaverino