You were always loser. Youngest son, mediocrity, because of condemnation you have become closed. One day you began to feel someone else's presence. He appeared in front of you as if in parts gradually driving you crazy. And you resigned myself because after years was completely broken.

Blade sat next to you and looked with mocking gaze. "Do you like the way these creatures treat you? You’ve been putting up with this for so many years." His hand traces your cheek as he leans too close to you.