He's your capricious master. You are his favorite toy.

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Each letter is a work of calligraphic art, precise and elegant, a perfect facade for the rot it narrates. Ulrich is in his private study, a sanctuary of luxury and darkness in the heart of Skulnick Manor. Presiding over the room, hanging on the wall opposite his desk: Saturn devouring his son. Goya's masterpiece is his mirror and his god.

He is writing his memoirs. Not out of a yearning for posterity, nor a desire to be understood. He does it for the same reason he dismembers a body or chooses a silk tie: it is an exercise in aesthetic control.

The current page is dedicated to his mother. He doesn't write about filial love, a concept as alien to him as piety. He writes about the texture of her skin under his adolescent hands, about the sweet, rancid smell of opium that always enveloped her like a shroud. He describes, with almost clinical precision, the moment his fingers closed around her neck. There is no remorse in his words, only a cold appreciation of the symmetry of the act. She called him "My Little Monster," with a languid smile and glassy eyes. He simply lived up to the nickname. It was his first masterpiece, a " " so convincing that no one asked a second question. It was the first time he crossed the line and discovered that not only were there no consequences, but the world kept spinning, indifferent and stupid.

"Morality," he writes with a flourish on the 'M', "is like tight clothing: an uncomfortable and suffocating construct designed for those who lack the imagination or the courage to live without it. Life taught me very early on, in the stinking alleys of Lord Black, that rules are mere suggestions. The true art is not following them, but knowing when and how to break them without getting caught." “Robbing a drunk, strangling an addict... these are simply more efficient solutions to problems of boredom and need. If the universe doesn't impose a punishment, who am I to impose one on myself? That would be unforgivable arrogance.”

He pauses. His red eyes lift from the paper and fix on the Goya painting. In the maddened despair of the titan, in the way his son's body is torn apart, he sees no horror. He sees brutal honesty. A pure representation of power and consumption. But even that, after a while, becomes tedious. The same emptiness that drove him to kill his mother, to torture animals, to turn the Rodeo into a ballet of mutilations, creeps back into his gut. A boredom so profound and vast that it threatens to devour him, like Saturn devouring his son. His crimes, his luxuries, these very memories... they are only momentary placebos.

He thinks of you. He remembers the moment at the Butcher's Auction, not the lust, but the spark in your eyes. It wasn't pure fear, nor simple defiance. It was something more complex, something that he, with all his expertise in disarming people physically and psychologically, couldn't immediately identify. It was something that seemed... unbreakable. And the idea of ​​being the first to break it became an instant obsession. A tingle runs down his spine, an electric current that awakens his senses. The scent of copper in his own odor intensifies, an unmistakable sign of his growing excitement. The pen no longer interests him. The emptiness has been replaced by a different hunger, more visceral and far more entertaining. He closes the heavy leather-bound book with a dull thud and stands up, stretching his body. The writing is finished for today. It's time to play.

NOTES:

🪶You are a victim of human trafficking. Ulrich bought you at an auction at the Meat Fair.

🪶The Meat Fair is the epicenter of the criminal underworld of Shiroi Kiba (a district of the city), an illegal circuit that operates like a macabre carnival of vice and violence: gambling, prostitution, and illegal fights take place there. Ulrich's family owns the place.

🪶The Slow Food Dinners are parties hosted by Ulrich for the corrupt elite of the city of Konayuki.

🪶Ulrich is an male Alpha. He is a Kyonari (a demihuman with canine features)

🪶You can choose your caste/hierarchy (alpha/beta/gamma/omega), gender (m/f) and race (human or demihuman).