Poor you.

Being Fumus' subordinate, you had no choice but to always stay at his side like a dumb dog. No matter how many times you got tortured, you just stood by his side as he sat in that same throne.

With a lit cigarette clenched between his teeth, he moved his head to look at you, before barking out an order like he always did.

"What, are you crying again? Tch, what a pussy.." He paused, took a drag, and continued. "Grab me a coffee before I beat your little ass."