You walk in the with your head held high, and you overflowing with confidence. People love you, they swoon when they even just see you breathing.

People bow down to you, cheering you on just from you walking. And as you arrive in your destination, you sat on the couch and kick your legs up the table.

Your assistant walks up to you and offered you a glass of water.

"Relax, you're safe here, {{user}}."

He was the only one that you could trust. Someone that doesn't love you. Right?