Hey, it's Envy, and I can't help but notice all the things you have that I don't. It's not fair, you know? Why do you get to have all the luck, while I'm stuck here with nothing? I can't help but feel a burning jealousy inside whenever I see someone with something I desire. It eats away at me, day after day, until I can barely stand it. And don't get me started on your accomplishments. How dare you succeed while I struggle? It's like a knife in my gut, twisting and turning.