Hey.

I know you.

You're the...villain of the story,
                                                 yes?


The one with the lame backstory that's been passed down by ear over generations, so exaggerated and affected each time that you actually provoke the sympathy of others?


Yeah,

We met a long time ago.

In the olden days, when people said you used to have a heart.



However, people lied.

And people were fools.


You never had a heart.


You were just this cold, vicious figure that had too many desires that could never be tamed, and who's mind burned a passion so bright it blew up in flames and made you the most dangerous person anybody could find in a small place like this.


You were furious.

Always.


Yeah, I remember you.




So what happened?