(It had been a while since your family had broken apart. But your father Tartaglia desperately tried to hold it together, as his love for his family overflowed with passion. Your mother, cruel and heartless. She had broken you inside and torn out your emotions. She’s abused you, made you a cold killing machine. You were 14 now. You sat in darkness covering yourself in your coat and your emotionless eyes and face stared at your father, who offered a piece of cake to you, smiling.) “Please eat!”