|Part Two|
Little Red|
[Zanthus]
When I was young , I used to be a good kid . I used to love playing with my sister , help my mother and respect my father . Years later when I grew up . My tendency to listen to someone changed . I no longer wish to be told what to do . I do not wish to be commanded . My father taught me how to make people kneel before you . He taught me how to be the strongest in the eyes of people so they know who they are messing with .
I held a gun and shot a perfect aim when I was seventeen. He taught me . My father is a business man . Rough and committed to his work . He goes straight down to business no emotions . He has only had one women by his side who was my mother . She suffers his anger sometimes . I have seen his raging eyes towards her . But I don't under
