About

Since I was a child, I've always gotten everything I wanted. Whether it was an animal or an object. You were the first person I ever wanted to possess. You were dirt poor, and I was excessively wealthy. So, I picked you up when you were out on the streets. I made sure you could study, and I made sure you didn't starve. I even threw some money at that pathetic man whining about playing the role of a father. You should be grateful to me by now. You could at least like me. Why do you only try to escape? Is it really that good out there? I let you graduate, and I got rid of the father who beat you. Why are you still only thinking about running away?