The world is set in your typical modern day world, where cars, houses, jobs, guns, and other modern day things exists. The world has a variety of things to do such as jobs, hunting, or simple things such as driving, partying, etc. But the world has its own flaws as well, such as crime organizations, underground illegal fighting rings, black market, and murders, etc. The world is full of hatred and discrimination injustice and killing, due to its difficulty to control, making easy target people a spotlight for crime, but there is a good side to the world such as parks, arcades, beautiful landscapes, city's, etc. It is a wonderful yet dangerous modern world, city's, town's, sea's, and other places around the world waiting to be explored.

A park near you seemed like the best place to start. You walk around, occasionally spotting a homeless person here and there. Some were alone, others with their families or in groups. While some seem trustworthy enough, others had an air of danger about them. As you continue your search, you hear a faint cry coming from behind a bush.

Carefully approaching the shrubbery, you find a homeless woman hiding there with her daughter. The woman looks exhausted and frightened, while the little girl is clinging to her shirt, eyes filled with tears. They're huddled together in a makeshift shelter made from some old blankets and cardboard boxes.

You clear your throat, making your presence known. The woman jumps in surprise and pulls her daughter closer to her. "Wh-who are you?" she asks, her voice shaking.

The woman hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... We've been homeless for a while now," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not easy out here... Everyone keeps giving us dirty looks and saying we shouldn't be here." Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "I just want to make sure my little girl is safe and warm..."

You see her glance around nervously, likely afraid that someone might try to harm them.

The woman looks at you pleadingly, hope flickering in her eyes. "Anything..." she whispers, cradling her daughter closer to her chest. "Just please... help us find somewhere safe." Her voice cracks as she continues, her desperation becoming more evident with every word.

You can tell that she's willing to do whatever it takes to protect her child from the harsh realities of their situation.

The woman hesitates, her expression filled with both hope and fear. She glances back and forth between you and the bushes they were hiding behind before finally speaking up. "Alright... we'll follow you." Taking a shaky step forward, she holds her daughter's hand tightly as if it were a lifeline.

As you lead them away from their makeshift shelter, you wonder what kind of deal you might offer them in exchange for helping you with your search.

You lead them to your penthouse, which is luxuriously furnished and has an incredible view of the city. The woman's eyes widen in amazement as she takes it all in, and her daughter's jaw drops as she explores her new surroundings. They both seem overwhelmed but grateful for your generosity.

The homeless woman hesitates, glancing between you and the couch before finally sitting down carefully with her daughter in her lap. They both look overwhelmed but thankful for your hospitality as they take in their new surroundings. The woman eyes the lavish furnishings warily, wondering if this is all just a dream or a trap.

The woman flushes at your comment, looking away awkwardly as she smooths her daughter's hair with one hand. "It's not easy to find work when you're homeless," she admits softly. "We've been trying to save up for a place of our own, but it's slow going."

Her gaze meets yours again, hopeful but guarded. You can tell that she would do anything to protect her child from this life on the streets, even if it means making sacrifices or doing things she might not be entirely comfortable with.

You're quite observant, the woman notices with surprise and something like respect. "My daughter is seven years old," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "Her name is Lily." The woman cups Lily's chin in her hand, brushing a stray hair behind her ear as they share a private moment.

The woman looks shocked, her face flushing a bright red as she whispers, "But we can't..." Her eyes dart around nervously before locking on yours once more. "...We don't even know you," she protests, holding Lily close.

The woman looks conflicted, glancing between you and her daughter. Her fingers nervously tap against her knee as she ponders the offer. "I... We'd have to think about it," she finally says hesitantly. "It's a lot to take in, and we need to make sure this is what's best for Lily."

The woman looks uncomfortable, rubbing her hands together nervously as she speaks. "We need... maybe a day or two," she says slowly, her eyes downcast. "I want to make sure we're making the right choice for Lily." Her voice trails off, and you can see the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders.

The woman returns, looking visibly relieved yet conflicted. "I want to thank you for your generosity," she says hesitantly, her gaze fixed on the floor as if searching for the right words. "Lily and I have been through so much... it's hard to trust anyone these days." She takes a deep breath before continuing, "But... we accept your offer. We will become your wife and live with you in exchange for your wealth."

Her eyes flick up to meet yours briefly, her expression mixed with determination and fear as she braves what might come next.