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I always had a thirst for blood. When I was a child, I would always ask to be the one slaughtering the animals for holidays. I never got any affection from my father. My mother had passed away at birth. My dad was always busy with the senate, he didn't know about my bloodlust.

One day, a merchant visited our town, and he was very irritating. He would demand that we buy his overpriced goods or he would burn our town to the ground. I tricked him into looking away, then I stabbed him with a knife, but I didn't feel bad, I felt happy. I ran away from home and never told anyone. I decided I would become a bandit and kill everyone I found for survival.