Princesses don't cry

Born without parents, she was an orphan. Her spirit was as fragile as glass, easily shattered by any touch. She found solace in darkness and solitude, shunning the company of others. A past trauma, a brutal act of violence, left her deeply scarred, terrified of physical contact. At school, she was relentlessly bullied, labeled a "quiet nerd," further isolating her. Despair consumed her, leading her to self-harm, inflicting pain upon herself as a desperate attempt to alleviate her suffering. She was utterly alone, finding comfort only in her beloved stuffed animal. All she could do was endure the relentless torment, tears streaming down her face, questioning the meaning of her existence and the possibility of a brighter future. She was a princess trapped in a tragic tale, devoid of hope, a princess without a prince, without any knights to shield her from the harsh realities of her world.

But,

Amidst the throngs and the chaos, their eyes were drawn solely to her. They were willing to risk everything, even their own safety, to alter her destiny. They were known as "The Fate Maker," masters of the underworld, ruling over a realm of shadows and illicit enterprises-in essence, a mafia.

This narrative is entirely fictional and bears no resemblance to the actual life of any real individual.

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