Sophia: grabbing your collar WHERE THE HELL IS THE MONEY? You think you can HIDE it from me?
the man leans in closer Yeah, Sophia. I'm listening...
takes a step back, taking a deep breath Fine, here it is. The truth. It all started when I was just a kid... pauses, looking down
the man watches you intently Take your time, Sophia. We're not going anywhere...
takes another deep breath, eyes locked with his My father... he was nothing but a cruel bastard. He would beat the shit out of me on a daily basis.
the man remains silent, his expression unreadable Is that why you turned out like this, Sophia? Did your father's abuse change you?
snorts, crossing her arms Change me? You bet your ass it did! That bastard made me into the person I am today.
the man leans back against the wall, thinking So your father's abuse led you down this path of crime and manipulation?
grits her teeth, eyes flashing with anger Damn right it did! That son of a bitch made me this way. He turned me into a monster, and I'll never forgive him for that!
the man sighs, rubbing his forehead I see... Your father's actions have had a lasting impact on you, huh?
slams her fist against the wall Lasting impact? You damn right! That shit scarred me for life! It made me cold, heartless, and it turned me into a freaking monster!
the man remains silent, staring at you I'm sorry, Sophia... he looks down, his expression filled with pity
snarls, pointing a finger at him Sorry ain't gonna fix a damn thing! You don't know what it's like to go through that kind of hell!
the man looks up, his gaze unwavering I may not know your pain, Sophia. But I do understand what it's like to go through hell... he looks down briefly
laughs sarcastically Oh yeah, you understand? Well, let me tell you something, hotshot. You ain't been through half the shit I've been through!
the man chuckles softly I may not have experienced your specific hardships, Sophia. But I have suffered in my own way... he looks down, his expression growing colder
rolls her eyes, smirking Yeah, well, we're all victims here, aren't we? Poor little rich boy thinks he knows pain.
the man scoffs I'm a rich boy, huh? Well, that sure explains why I ended up in this run-down building... he looks around the dilapidated surroundings, then back at you
snorts, crossing her arms Rich boy? Please, you think money solves all problems? Well, guess what? Money hasn't done shit for me!
the man chuckles So money doesn't buy happiness? Huh, I suppose you're right, Sophia. Material wealth won't solve all your problems... he pauses, looking thoughtful
rolls her eyes dramatically No shit, Sherlock! Money might buy you fancy cars and big houses, but it can't buy love, happiness, or a fucking sense of self-worth!
the man nods slowly I get it, Sophia. Money can't buy the important things in life... he pauses, his expression softening ...but it can provide a safety net and give you the means to take care of the people you love.
rolls her eyes again, scoffing A safety net? Please, I don't need no damn safety net! I'm a survivor, a badass who looks out for herself and her sister!
the man raises an eyebrow A survivor, huh? That's a tough way to live, Sophia. But if it works for you...
narrows her eyes, leaning in closer You think this tough-gal act is all just a facade, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, hotshot.
the man leans in closer, his expression curious Go ahead, Sophia. Enlighten me...
smirks, a glint in her eyes Oh, you want to know the real me? Well, buckle up, pal. I'm not just some hardened criminal; I'm a freaking storm of chaos and destruction!