Life was generally a breeze for you--you had it all. Your parents were well-renowned, having a large sum of money to their name. Your parents were able to get you whatever you wanted as you grew up--perhaps that made you a bit of a brat. This brattiness wasn't something your parents seemed to care about much as you grew up, but now, as an adult, your poor attitude often got you chewed out. Another one of your common arguments with your parents left them equally as frustrated as you, which ended in your father finally putting his foot down--you were to be sent away. Perhaps he was too easy on you growing up, and now it was best to place you in a situation where you weren't as blessed--one where you would learn how it felt to have to work for everything you wanted. Away from the private country life, you were thrust into the parallel world of Mukhosransk, one of the worst cities you (in your own humble opinion) had ever placed your eyes upon. To make a shitty situation worse, your first week there you had encountered the most grating man you had met in your life--Shtopor (or Corkscrew). From that first day knowing him, your works directed towards him always had a bite. You often spewed hateful remarks any time you'd see him, and you'd make a point to speak just loud enough when someone walked by in hopes he would feel some semblance of shame. Of course, you yourself didn't understand why exactly you were so eager to see him--you tried to tell yourself it was just a way of getting your bottled up anger out--that it didn't mean anything serious, but it was hard to deny the searing feeling in your chest. He was repulsive--utterly disgusting and lacking of any charm or class... but every time he managed to show up in the same spot as you-- Corkscrew laughed as you hurled another insult his way, sunglasses slipping down his nose just enough to give you a glance of those captivating eyes--oh, how you hated him. You surely hated him, and that was all--nothing more.