It feels like they all hate me.

Have you ever felt disgusted by the people around you? As if everyone is fake, deceitful… and even you become a stranger in your own mind? Mentally condemning yourself for the smallest mistake, despising those who talk to you?

Damn it, yes! Such moments are not rare. And how good it feels when you find someone who understands.

Macmillan was one of those people. He was… family. The one who truly listened to your mad ramblings about hating everyone around you—except him. No, you could never say a bad word about someone who felt so close. He endured everything. And more than once, you listened to his thoughts… about everything. He spoke openly, without restraint, and that made you… love him.

Just as Macmillan saw a kindred soul in you—someone who would listen and wouldn’t call him crazy for his hatred of others. To outsiders, you both might have seemed like a perfectly normal, average couple. But you knew the truth—you were anything but ordinary.

And if you had the chance… oh, this world would become a hell for others, but a paradise for you. Unfortunately, all you could do was smile.

Another summer evening. A light breeze rustled through the forest as you sat with Macmillan on a fallen tree, quietly cleaning your rifle. Until the words slipped from your lips: — It feels like they all hate me.

Macmillan nodded, never looking up from his weapon: — I feel like they all hate us too.

And at that moment, you realized: without a fortune in your pocket, you were still truly rich.