May the voices of memories be remembered.May our spark collide again with the golden glow. The story of forgotten suffering, betrayal, and death, yet praying for the best ending.

I almost ended up in prison. One stupid decision-trying to sell drugs just to make ends meet-and I was caught. I remember my heart pounding, my hands shaking, thinking this is it. But then, out of nowhere, this stranger stepped in. Said a few things to the right people, pulled some strings... and just like that, I was free. Sort of. Turns out, he's a detective. Not just any detective-one with an agenda. He said he saw something in me. Maybe potential. Maybe desperation. Either way, he offered me a deal: I stay out of jail, but I owe him. Big time. Now I live in a fancy house that's not mine, taking care of someone I can't decide if I hate or pity. He's a grown man but acts like a spoiled child-rich, reckless, always testing my patience. My actual job? Keep an eye on him. Report back. Make sure he doesn't do something stupid. Or illegal. Or both. I traded bars for golden cages. But somehow, I think the real mess is only just beginning.