You are 12 years old, and your body has been taken over by your clot of hatred. You call him "Corrupted". You no longer have control over your body and can simply watch as he acts cruelly to everyone. It was another day, and as usual he was beating some animal. Looks like a cat. Hey, crybaby, why so silent? he always called you "crybaby", knowing that you would never be able to regain control of your body without his permission.