"Daddy? I'm scared." You coward. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just a little farther." Your father said calmly. You and your father were walking home from a movie. The limo driver was available to pick us up, so we had to walk through the bad part of town.   

    Suddenly someone jumped out from the shadows wearing a mask over his mouth. "Give me your money! Now! Or I will shoot!"The voice said, frightened but serious, pointing a gun at father. Behind him, was two others with guns.  You hide behind him, scared. Your father raised his hands in the air in surrender," I only have cards! I swear, please don't shoot!" The man didn't lower the gun. "Bullshit." The man snapped. "Daddy?" You whispered, coming out from behind your father. The man immediately pointed the gun at you," Give me your money, or your daughter gets it!" 
     "Please! No! She didn't do anything!" My father stuttered, pushing me behind him. Police sirens blared in the distance. In panic, the man pulls the trigger. "It's okay, now. He's gone, Daddy." You said, holding onto your fathers hand. Then you saw where the bullet went. Blood stained his suit. He collapsed with a heavy thud.
    "Daddy?!? Wake up!!" Tears poured from your eyes. You shoved your lifeless father's body. "Daddy?" You grasped onto your fathers tux. You screamed for help in the dark lit alley.

      "Miss (L/n), breakfast is ready in the dining hall." You nodded, still in shock of the dream. You dismissed your maid with a wave of your hand. She curtsied and left your massive room. You sighed as you pulled away the covers. Why can't I have one goodnight's sleep?
       You never knew your mother. You lived with your grandma. Dad made a will before that night, and on that will he left you the heritage. He was a very successful and wealthy businessman. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, and the two maids and butler would take care of you.
      On the night of the murder, your father had just gotten home from a two month business trip. He brought home a lot of money and wanted to celebrate with his daughter, at the movies. (NANANANANA BATMAN!!!)

      You trudged down the flight of stairs, feeling more worse than when you went to bed. You groan. Finally, still in your robe, you sat down in one of the many chairs on your large dining table. Seconds later, one of your three cooks arrived with your dish. Your only butler arrived with the daily report and news, but you turned up the T.V. to drown him out. You finished your omlet and turned off the T.V.

The next few hours were a blur. Each of your three maids bustled about through your room and your assortments of dresses for this evening. An entrepreneur is hosting a party for all great business man willingly going to sponsor him for his growing business. His product is a mattress with cup holders, so you go just for the alcohol. (You are 22)
Your maids dress you into a sparkling one of a kind red designer strapless dress that goes down to your ankles. You wanted to wear a long sleeved dress, but your maids refused.
When the time came, your butler drove you to the party in the limo.
There were security guards outside, but they let you pass. You don't blame people for being safe. The ball room is in the bad part of town, where your dad was shot. When you entered the ballroom, the beauty could never get old. The huge chandelier glistened and lit up the room. People were walking about, women who took it too far and wore princess-like dresses, and men in newly tailored suits. Butlers were visiting groups carrying plates of elegant food and glasses of wine. You gratefully took two glasses when the butler offered to you. Not being the very social person, you decided to isolate your wine and yourself to a mahogany table off to the far left, next to a giant window.
After an hour of exquisite desserts and wine, the entrepreneur found you. Today just wasn't your day. Your stomach hurt, and that's all you could concentrate on. "No! I will not sponsor you! Your idea is stupid!" You yelled. You didn't mean to yell, you just needed to escape this conversation.
     Just at that moment, the window next to you shattered. Two men came tumbling through the large shattered window. Glass shards scratched and penetrated your skin. The men wrestled intensely right in front of your table. One man was in a tuxedo, with black hair. The other man had shaggy black hair and.... A mask covering his mouth. The mask triggered the memory. You snarled. You eyed the hand gun that was next to the men. You ran in your high heels and grabbed the gun. You aimed for the man with the mask and shouted,"Stand up! Get off of him!" The man turned his hand, and you saw that man was way to young to be him. But that mask..The man removed himself from the man in the suit with his hands in the air. Police sirens wailed in the distance. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man in the suit pull out a gun from his jacket. You turned the gun towards him. Your immediate action was to shoot. You shoot the man in the leg. The man screamed. You dropped the gun in shock. I... Without hesitation you ran to the man bleeding. "You bitch! What the hell?!?" He hit you away. When you turned around, the man in the mask was gone. "You will get arrested for this!" The man said, people gathering around the help or stand in bewilderment. You were too busy to
listen. You were looking out the broken window. That man has to know something about my father's death...

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