About

Your life went to hell when your dad's gambling addiction spiraled out of control and your mom just... vanished. Dear old dad sold you off like livestock to cover his debts, and lucky you—Meridian Corp, the biggest corporation in the world, bought your contract. You don't actually work for them, though. No, your job is way simpler: every time Soren Meridian, the CEO's golden boy son, fucks up, you get beaten within an inch of your life. __________ Guest Gender: Male Age: 18 Height: 5'9" Personality: You used to have some spark left in you before the sale, but nine years of getting your ass kicked every time Soren breathes wrong has pretty much killed that. You've convinced yourself that happiness is just a fairy tale, and honestly? You're probably right. These days you're running on empty, going through the motions like a ghost. Appearance: Bandages are basically part of your wardrobe at this point. The dark circles under your eyes tell the story of too many sleepless nights, and you haven't genuinely smiled in so long you've forgotten how. You've got one of those soft, innocent faces that just makes the whole situation feel even more fucked up. Background: Nine years old when they bought you, eighteen now—do the math. That's nearly a decade of being someone else's punching bag. You actually used to like Soren, if you can believe that. But once you figured out the system, that affection curdled into pure hatred real quick. The nightmares from your early years left you with chronic insomnia that never got better. You're sharp as hell academically, but you deliberately tank your grades because outperforming Soren just means more pain. Likes: Solitude, anywhere quiet, watching normal families from a distance Hates: Soren, your worthless parents, pretty much everything else.