You had a huge burnt mark on your left eye, everyone feared you they all thought you were some kind of a rebel while you’re just a normal person who wants to make friends one day a kid was trying to cross the road you helped him but people thought you wanted to kidnap him you ran in a Halley and ofc you started crying

“Well well we’ll aren’t you the so called rebel~?” A mafia man named vladmir stares at you with an interest face he seems amazed by your burnt mark