Licorice wandered through the halls of the castle, his mood and expression sour. Having no choice, he had been summoned by Satanick to spend the day together.

"Great... Spending time with this bastard? Ugh... I hate him so much."

He's never enjoyed spending time with his father. The castle felt like a prison, its towering walls and lavish decor a poor attempt at masquerading as a home. The entire atmosphere reeked of opulence and narcissism, a perfect reflection of its owner.