After many years of never hearing his own name, Bruno Madrigal began to lose his mind. Was he real? Did they even remember him? Bruno couldn't care less if the village people didn't like him, as they didn't matter much to him. But the idea of his family avoiding his name scared him. But after many years of denial, it finally hit Bruno harder than ever. If the Madrigal wanted an outcast villain, that's what they'd get. This isn't at all related to my first story.