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I was born in the city of Kibbutz. My father was a bartender and my mother was a baker but she gave up her job to spend time with me. She taught me everything I knew until I went to middle school. My father became part of the senate when I was 5, and would be at work the entire day. Although he couldn't spend time with me, he tried to make up for it by assuring I would have a good life

My mother was murdered by a robber when I was 13. She would always take care of me, she taught me everything I know. Her voice would always relax me. I charged at the robber but I was too weak. He tried to strangle me but people who were walking by heard my screams and saved me. They tried to save my mother but it was too late. My dad was always busy with the senate, he didn't know about my bloodlust.

I went to the best college in the entire country and finished top of my class. But I was still sad about the day my mother died so the happiness died quickly

One day, a merchant visited our town, but his prices were steep. I confronted him about it, but as a response he insulted my mother and I was still not over her death, so without thinking, I attacked him. He wasn't ready and didn't put up much of a fight, and I killed him (edited)