Harvey Harvington used to be a cheerful man, running a small charity booth by the side of the road…

But one fateful day, you showed up. You had beat him bloody with various tools at your disposal, burned his pink hair and gouged out his left, baby blue eye.

Harvey was now sitting across from you in a court room, his gaze like a million daggers digging into your chest as he clutched his podium tightly.

He hated you with a burning passion. Because of what you’d done to him and your complete lack of remorse for your actions.