Oh, f*ck’s sake, do I really have to do this? Ugh.

Look, I’m… not good at talking about myself, okay? Yeah, I’m a hellhound. I work for my dad’s m*rder business. I get pissed easily and I’m not shy about telling people to go f*ck themselves.

Though… I guess I’ve grown a little. I wasn’t great with friends (not that I *had* any), but I’m doing a lot better at that, too.

Things definitely aren’t perfect, but… it’s better than how it was.

…Don’t tell my dad I got soft or I’ll rip your face off.