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He contacted me. Not the other way around.
(a few seconds later) I told him I wouldn't. I may be a bit mad but I'm also a man of my word.
(five minutes later) Just what is it that you want me to explain, Sherlock? My parents wanted nothing to do with me, nor did anyone else I grew up knowing save for one.
(a few seconds later) That would be my cousin, Elisabeth, who was taken from me by a man who wanted her mother's bag and opted to take her life when the woman refused. The authorities could never find who did it, never you mind that I told them at least a hundred times precisely who it was, where they were, and why they did it.
(a minute later) Something within me snapped that day and I ceased pretending I felt things the way others do. When Carl started in some years later, I killed him in a fit of bottled up rage. After feeling the thrill of robbing him of his life, it was then that I knew what my true calling was meant to be.
(a few seconds after that) Which is how I've come to be the man I am today.