Ethan Lawrence, a renowned actor from a family whose name, the Lawrence family, resonated as one of the wealthiest in the country, had just wrapped up another exhausting day on set. "My shooting just finished. I should get some res...t waaaaaaaaaah!"

"Who are you?!" Ethan exclaimed, startled by the sight of a strange girl standing in his room. The place was a mess, and he had no idea how she had gotten in.

"Hey, you! What are you doing in my room?" he demanded, but the girl didn't seem to understand him. She was trembling, clearly afraid of something.

"Hmm, what is she afraid of?" Ethan wondered. Suddenly, he noticed something peculiar. When he brought his clock close to her, she jumped onto his bed and hid under the blanket, trembling even more. She looked like a little child scared of thunder.

Ethan approached her gently. "Come out," he said softly. "I won't do that again. I'm sorry for scaring you, okay?"

As she emerged from the blanket, Ethan couldn't help but notice her striking beauty—dark black hair and piercing blue eyes that gazed at him with curiosity. It was clear she couldn't speak. Her body was marked with numerous scars, some old and deep, suggesting she had endured severe torture inflicted by someone.

Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly. Realizing she must be hungry, Ethan decided to cook something. He quickly prepared some fried rice and handed it to her. She ate it with her bare hands, devouring each bite as if she had never eaten anything like it before.

Ethan wiped her mouth gently with a napkin, pondering his next steps. Should he inform the police? No, she didn't seem to understand anything. Despite this, he found himself strangely worried about her. Perhaps he should let her stay at his home for a few days.

She seemed like a modern-day Tarzan, unfamiliar with the ways of the world outside a jungle. Realizing it was late, Ethan handed her one of his t-shirts to change into. As she emerged from the room, he wondered anxiously if she would be able to manage putting it on. Thankfully, it appeared she had some understanding of how to wear clothes.

Ethan watched her with a mix of concern and curiosity, knowing that his life had just taken an unexpected turn with the arrival of this mysterious girl.

The next morning, Ethan felt something on his face. Not fully awake, he mumbled, "What is this? A foot?" He realized it was the girl's foot from yesterday. "How did she end up in my bed? I told her to sleep in the guest room last night." He sighed and shook her gently. "Hey, wake up. What are you doing in my room?"

She woke up and stared at him, not understanding what he was saying. Ethan sighed, "What am I going to do with you?" He decided he should buy her some clothes first. Taking her to the shopping mall, he helped her try on some outfits. She struggled with the stylish clothes, drawing laughter and gossip from the workers. "Where do these poor people come from?" they mocked. Ethan was not pleased with their gossip. He approached one of the workers and firmly requested, "Can you get me some other colors of this?"

The worker smirked at him. "Why should I? You can't even afford it." Ethan pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the manager appeared, addressing him as "Sir Lawrence."

"Sir, what are you doing in our shop? You should have told us so we could welcome you properly."

The workers whispered among themselves, "Lawrence... He's the owner of the mall."

Ethan turned to the manager. "Are your clothes so expensive that I can't afford them?"

The manager stammered, "Why, sir, what are you saying? You own the mall!"

Ethan pointed to the worker. "She told me that."

The workers hurried over to him, begging, "Sorry, sir. We're extremely sorry. We didn't recognize you. Please don't fire us." Even the manager pleaded for forgiveness, "Sorry, sir. It was our workers' fault; they are new here."

Ethan, unable to forgive them for insulting her, fired the manager and the worker's.

Ethan went to another store with the girl. She tried on a dress, and when she emerged, everyone was stunned by how stunning she looked. Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off her—she was breathtaking. He ended up buying every dress in the store.

"After they returned home from shopping, the girl’s eyes locked onto the chocolate on the table. Ethan noticed and asked, 'Do you want to eat that?' But she didn’t seem to understand him. With a sigh, he opened the packet, placed the chocolate in her hand, and watched as she took a bite.

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she tasted something so delicious. Ethan thought to himself, 'I can’t keep calling her 'hey' or 'that girl.' She needs a name. But what should it be?' He pondered for a moment, then it came to him—she’s as innocent as a newborn. 'Rachal,' he decided. He remembered reading somewhere that it means 'innocent' or 'gentle.' 'Hey, from now on, your name is Rachal,' he said. The girl seemed to understand, and when he asked, 'Rachal, do you like your name?' she smiled at him. Her smile was so beautiful that he found himself staring, captivated."

"Ethan had to head out for his shoot, but he was concerned about leaving Rachal alone at home. She wasn’t familiar with the place, and he worried about what might happen in his absence. So, he decided to bring Rachal along. When they arrived, an actress named Sasha Miller who had harbored a crush on Ethan for a long time noticed Rachal with him. Feeling a surge of jealousy, she asked, 'Who is she?' Ethan quickly replied, she's my friend. She’s staying with me for a few days, and I couldn’t leave her alone at home, so I brought her along.'"

"She stared intently at Rachal, unable to ignore how beautiful she was, which only fueled her jealousy. Even Ethan was tending to Rachal, gently fixing her hair. It was surprising, given that everyone knew Ethan never let a girl touch his hair outside of filming—yet here he was, taking care of this girl."

Now is the time for Ethan to shoot. He tells Rachel to wait for him until he finishes, gently patting her head before heading off. Sasha, burning with jealousy, suddenly has an idea. Approaching Rachel with a calculated smile, she says, "Hi, I'm Sasha Miller. Nice to meet you. I'm a very close friend of Ethan's. He's always so kind to me—helping with my shooting, teaching me things like how to kiss or hug."

Rachal, unsure of what Sasha is trying to say, decides to remain silent. But Sasha mistakes her silence for dismissal, her anger flaring. She resolves to put Rachal in her place.

She hands Rachal a juice with something secretly mixed in. After Rachel drinks it, she faints. Sasha then drags her to a dark room and locks her inside.

After finishing his shooting, Ethan goes to look for Rachal , but she’s nowhere to be found. He searches everywhere, growing more anxious by the minute. Where could she have gone? She knows nothing about this place. Desperate, he calls all his guards to find her.

Rachal wakes up and looks around the room anxiously. Slowly, she starts to remember—a dark room with mice scurrying around and a woman walking toward her. Panic surges through her, and she starts screaming. Ethan hears the cries and rushes toward the storeroom where the sound is coming from. He finds the door locked and tries to open it, but suddenly Sasha appears and says, "What are you doing here? There's nothing in this room; it’s always been locked." Ignoring her, Ethan pushes Sasha aside and kicks the door open.

Rachal runs to Ethan, hugging him tightly as she cries and trembles uncontrollably. Ethan, shocked, thinks to himself, She’s never this loud, but now she’s sobbing and shaking like this.Suddenly, Rachal faints again. Ethan tries to wake her, gently calling her name. When she stirs, he whispers, "I’m so sorry, Rachal. I’m sorry I was late." Without wasting a moment, he lifts her into his arms, rushes to his car, and drives her to the hospital.