Mister Vendeé

"You poor, stupid child," he merely laughed. "Your parents were the crooks, don't you see? Everything they had, all you see around you, was stolen - from me."
Well, he'd known that much already, right? But just who was this guy? What kind of idiots were his parents to take everything from only one source?
"As a matter of fact..." he mused, casually strolling forward until he was right in front of the shorter male, "that would include you as well, wouldn't it? I've been given the right to all their possessions with their death, and as you're only a child... Well, that privilege would extend to their son as well, wouldn't you say?"

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