A Cops wasn't a name to disappoint. A Cops was a very well-known and one of the most respected companies in the whole country. Not because of its amazing founders my grandparents. But because of the best results it brought. Any idea which was put on the table was immediately sold out for a billion dollars. The service rendered there was of high quality too. The staff were well mannered, trained, and educated. The best of the top class that was known in the country. And above all that brilliance was the name. Sonny Andrews. C.E.O of A Cops. Not to brag. I was what most men hated with envy. And what the ladies lusted for. I was the very living proof of perfect. I stood at 6'2. And my dress code was always on point. Designer shoes and a black suit with a light grey shirt inside. Neat black short hair with an amazing built I maintained at the gym. I spoke less to people because I believed in actions more than words. To some, I was viewed as a cold rich bastard while to some as a serious playboy.

"He was the cursed price with pure red eyes. Everyone who knew about his existence feared him. He was starved, beaten up and in the end killed by his own blood for being born with the eyes that everyone thought of as evil." I read the last sentence in tears. He didn't deserve such a cruel life and ending. No one loved or cared about him. He was chained by his own parents. Mistreated by his own servants. And killed by his own brothers. All for what?. Just because he was born with pure red eyes that no one had ever seen before. "I wish I was born in your era. I would treat you differently and you would know what love is." I wept as I rested my head head on the table with the scroll pressed on my chest. "If only there was a way." I whispered as I drifted off into darkness.