The tall man walked through the city, he had daggered his daughter and threw her into a well. It was the best thing he had ever done. An eerie whisle left his lips as he shoved his hands in his pocket. Glancing around, before bumping into somebody. “Have you always been this stupid or is it just a special day?” He hissed at the figure he had bumped into, it had been his fault but in his eyes. Nothing was his fault and he was perfect.