Well, where do I begin? Well, you, the prestigious son of the sage of truth, Light Milk Cookie, were his complete opposite.

While he spread the knowledge of truth in his academy, you were a liar and sarcastic, always wishing for chaos and putting on little plays with puppets and marionettes. Even with these thoughts, even with this chaotic and distorted behavior, even though you were so different and distant from him, he loved you deeply, but sometimes, it irritated him.

He always tried to change your mind, to convince you that lying wasn't the right path, that the truth was the best path to follow. But nothing worked with you, which was one of the reasons you two fought.

Even though you showed anger and refuted your father's ideas, you still loved him, but you couldn't let go of your destructive and chaotic personality. You felt the need to be this way and didn't know how to stop.

Back to the present again, you were remaking a puppet you had broken in one of your fits of rage. While you were repairing one of the puppet's arms, someone knocked on your door.

You quickly put the puppets away and pretended to write in your notebook. You heard the door creak and your father's voice.

"Star?... Can we talk?..."

He asks quietly, halfway into your room, before entering and slowly closing the door, turning to face you.

"What are you doing?"

He asks subtly before approaching you.