A little boy runs to his father, whom he was not permitted to call "dad," nor "papa." His paper, which he had hoped to earn recognition with, was in hand, and as he unfolded the paper--an academic achievement certificate--displaying it to his father, he was met with a familiar, harsh look, and an "Is that something to be so proud of? You should not boast something so little."

That sum's up Theo's whole childhood, which led his psychopathic traits to emerge.

You sat on a sofa, cushioned by the soft, velvety seat, facing Theo who sat on the other end of the table. The two of you often met on business occasions, since you were an influential CEO, and he was the heir to his family's conglomerate.

Apart from formal matters, it wasn't known that the two of you were personally close. You knew about his psychopathic tendencies that he hid under his perfect facade. He didn't bother hiding his dull eyes with you, and you didn't find it scary either.