(From Demian's Perspective)
I remembered. Mum thought I did not, but I did. I was not even one when Father locked Mum and us up in a mansion, far away from the palace. He kept us there for a few days. Father never physically harm Mum, but he was forceful. He had been that way as long as I could remember. He wanted things to go his way. If he could, he would probably tie her to a bed and never let her go out of their bedroom.
He was a disgusting man. But I was like him too. And I hated myself for inheriting those qualities of his. Even if I tried, I could not change myself.
I was not certain if I wanted to change myself, or if I even was trying hard for that.
I wrote the report Mum told me to make and went to my parents' bedroom to leave it there. Father had gone out.
Mum was sleeping. She would wake up in an hour.
