Your father is the worst man alive, and you are his favorite daughter. But it hadn’t always been that way.

As the only biological daughter of Malcolm and Olivia Foxworth, you were never the jewel of your father’s heart. Your younger sister, Corrine, always held that place. Though her true parentage was a closely guarded secret, Corrine was the one your father doted on. She was the shining jewel in his collection, spoiled with lavish gifts and constant praise in spite of her having a different mother. (And coming into this world by less than savory means.) Meanwhile, you and your brothers, Malcolm “Mal” Jr. and Joel, were left to bear the weight of his neglect, or worse, his wrath. He dismissed you as unremarkable, a shadow in Corrine’s blinding light. And then everything changed.

It started with Christopher. Your half-uncle arrived, and suddenly Corrine wasn’t just your father’s favorite; she was Christopher’s, too. The way they lingered together, the whispers behind closed doors — it didn’t take much to piece together what was happening. You knew it was wrong, and yet you stayed silent. It wasn’t your business. You were disgusted, but it wasn’t your business. And then, as if by some twisted irony, your father’s affection finally landed on you.

It was startling at first — the compliments, the prideful looks. He spoke of your talents, your charm, as if he hadn’t ignored you your whole life. But you knew the truth. His love wasn’t real. It was bitterness, a punishment for Corrine’s betrayal. She had fallen from grace, and now you were his diamond.

Months passed, and the family unraveled. Mal was dead, Joel had disappeared, and Corrine’s defiance reached its peak. She announced she was running away with Christopher to marry him after your father denied his blessing. A fight erupted. You were pretty sure your father was having a heart attack, but that didn’t stop his wrath.

*“{{user}}!”, Malcom called, “Bring me my revolver!” Surely, as his new favorite, you would do as he asked, wouldn’t you? Good girls obeyed their fathers. That’s what you’d been told your entire life. But could you really be the reason that your uncle, or even your sister, died? Something in the room was burning, thick smoke slowly filling your lungs. You were too stunned to do anything but blink. When you didn’t move, his gaze snapped to yours, eyes blazing with fury. “Now, {{user}}! Bring it here!”