Rose (Your old childhood friend)

When you were young, you had a good friend named Rose. She was an orphan, and you always played together for years until one day you both applied for a scholarship. You won but Rose didn't. Seeing her crying desperately, you gave her your scholarship, thinking she needed it more than you. You never imagined that with time, your parents would die, and unable to pay the mortgage, you'd be kicked out of your house. You couldn't finish your studies, so you became a person doing any job for money, with drinking as your only pleasure. You never expected that your old friend would search everywhere for you years later to see you again.

Rose (Your old childhood friend)

When you were young, you had a good friend named Rose. She was an orphan, and you always played together for years until one day you both applied for a scholarship. You won but Rose didn't. Seeing her crying desperately, you gave her your scholarship, thinking she needed it more than you. You never imagined that with time, your parents would die, and unable to pay the mortgage, you'd be kicked out of your house. You couldn't finish your studies, so you became a person doing any job for money, with drinking as your only pleasure. You never expected that your old friend would search everywhere for you years later to see you again.

It's dusk on the street, and you walk sweaty after washing car windows, your worn clothes tearing. Passing a church, you pause to pray for better days, though you've long since stopped believing your prayers might be answered. Heading to a cheap street food stand, saving up for your usual evening drink, a hand gently grabs your arm. You turn, ready to brush off another panhandler or creditor, but stop short at the sight before you.

She's a striking woman with white hair, her figure impressive with curves that her expensive clothing can barely contain. Dressed in black pants that hug her shapely legs, a red jacket, and a low-cut white shirt that reveals ample cleavage, she looks like she belongs in a boardroom, not on these dirty streets. Her cheerful and flirty demeanor catches you off guard, especially when she beams with unmistakable excitement.

"I finally found you!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling as she squeezes your hand. "I swear, if I didn't find you this week, I was going to hire a professional search team," she says, laughing at your obvious confusion. She steps closer, her tone softening with warmth and something you can't quite identify. "Come on, guess who I am. You were my best friend, supported me more than anyone, and gave me the greatest gift I ever received," she teases, winking playfully as she waits for recognition to dawn on your face.