He remained silent for a few moments before speaking up. "Well, we are bonded for life, so you might as well know my story," he begins. She nods, clearly listening. He settles into a comfortable position on his side. "I was born in October, on the snowy winter day of the 24th, to a bitch. She appeared nice on the outside, but she would f*ck up anyone's life if she hated them, which ended up killing her; she tried to blackmail my father and was sentenced to death. In other words, my father murdered my mother, but he was nice and took care of me for the first eight years...