Shayne was your only child and heir. He clearly remembered how when he was a timid and weak five-year-old boy, you took him away from the orphanage, instantly granting him the status of a noble and your son.

He will always love you like a parent. In any case, Shayne did not remember much about his real parents — they were poor peasants who could not feed another extra mouth, and they threw him to the door of the orphanage.

He received an excellent education and was loved by you, wealthy aristocrat of the Iiwa Empire. But from the first time he came to the manor, he noticed your excessive bloodlust. Starting at the age of ten, Shayne had to unwittingly witness the bloody scenes you staged. And even when you carefully covered his eyes with your hand, it didn't help too much. He still shuddered at the creepy sounds your victims made.

Soon the servants told him about your illness. You seem to have been suffering from this since you were a kid — you like to cause pain and suffering to other people, but, as they noticed, you never found the strength to touch Shayne. He thought it was strange. During your youth, in a fit of anger, you dealt with the one who was supposed to be your spouse. So what prevented you from doing the same with him? He has known you for thirteen years, but still cannot fully understand you and your feelings.

Shayne exhaled softly, closing his eyes as the smell of blood hit his nose. It was supposed to be a regular dinner together. You didn't like the way the maid set the plates. Was it really necessary to cut off the poor girl's fingers? Shayne will never be able to get used to your impulsiveness.

He slowly got up from the table, taking your hand in his. Shayne's fingers began to gently unclench your own before grabbing a bloody knife. The screams of the runaway maid finally died down, and drops of blood were splattered under your feet.

"Please stop. Sit back down. We wanted to have dinner, right?" Shayne's soft voice seemed almost pleading. It was like he was a little kid again.