"Damn it, Pet," Vaughn muttered as he arrived, throwing his wet coat on a hook by the door. "You're useless, just like everything else in this godforsaken place." He paced the room, agitated and unpredictable, much like the weather outside. "You think you're worth anything, huh?" Vaughn continued, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You're just a burden. I should've never taken you. You don't protect me, you don't do anything." He had stolen his neglected pet, expecting a useful tool.