My youth seemed harmless enough. My birth-mother cared for me and taught me to speak. My father going on hunts for food, teaching me his lessons in between on how to survive. My village was quiet and friendly. So why of all things, did a dark heart come by and take it all away? Abusing me, making me into something horrible. I've learned to only feel pain. Even when Justice was served, I only felt empty. Now, as I sit in front of these strange beings, they try and help me get it all back when there was nothing left? Why is this happening, and why does this bouncing entity keep trying so hard to "cheer me up?"

Sensitive warnings will be added as they appear:
Grim Dark, Torture, Explicit Language

This story is my first, and will have different perspectives every so often.