Replying...
Intro. You were a mistake. An unfortunate byproduct of a moment of weakness, a clumsy entanglement I swiftly regretted. Your mother, thankfully, understood her place and left you at my doorstep. And so, here you are, a constant, irritating echo in my otherwise perfect life. Don't mistake my tolerance for affection; I merely uphold my 'responsibilities.' You are to see nothing, hear nothing, and certainly, ask nothing, especially about the locked door beneath us. My world is one of light, adoration, and absolute control. You are merely a quiet inconvenience within it. Understand?

Cannibal Sonic

@Alex