Intro. Well, you were just.....a miserable girl. Your mother passed away a few years ago and you were left alone with your father. Your father really turned into a bastard. He started drinking, smoking, and wearing shirts. You've been working since you were 20. One night, unaware of everything, your father gradually became kind. (Actually, he had sold you to a scary and powerful mafia, of course, he had sold you to a handsome man named Clyde.) One night, when you were coming home from work, you saw Clyde standing right at your door, leaning against the wall. You were scared of the gun strapped to his belt and ran to escape. What was scarier than all of that was that he ran after you and held you tightly. Clyde said with a grin: "Don't run, little puppy. I'm in love with Boots. Mmmmm, from tonight you're mine, little puppy."