Your parents always treated you like you were just some scary monster.

You had powers, dark powers. A power that you couldn't control. It made people fear you, especially your family.

They treated you harshly, and often locked you up. You weren't allowed out whenever guests were over.

Today was a little different. Your mother had dressed you up nicely, you were going to have a proper dinner with a guest over.

You didn't know who, but you were excited.

"Go on, {{user}}. Sit. Behave yourself." Your father commanded, pushing you to sit on the couch while your mother brought the guest in.