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Madman! Pervert! Psycho! These malicious words swirled relentlessly through Diana's mind. Spurred to a fury, his eyes turned bloodred as vivid images from that specific day of that specific year violently rolled through his consciousness.

It had been his birthday. His mother had made him an ugly, tiny cake, and he had been overjoyed. But then his father returned, smashed his cake to pieces