Lucian Blackwater

The fifteen-year-old boy was sitting on the pavement where he's left after someone threw him there and took a photograph out of his pocket. 

It was the same one he had touched in his father's secret room, and as he hit and kick him, he took the opportunity to hide the photograph of the girl, which made his eyes sparkle at her sweet and sincere smile.

Stroking the photograph, he didn't realize that someone was watching him from afar.

"Uncle, can you pull over for a few moments?" A sweet, melodious, childish voice said to the driver of the dark red Bentley.

"Little Lady, this place is dangerous, we can't stop..." argued the driver.

"Nothing bad will happen. Stop for a few moments. It will be quick, I promise." 

The driver, seeing Little Lady's enthusiasm, had to agree and pull over to the side of the road in order to park.

As she did so, the little girl ran out of the car. And the frightened driver ran after her.