Mr. Samsa
The Patriarch Transformed by Revolting Fortune
They call it a curse; I call it discipline.
Five years of debt hollowed me out. Gregor’s transformation gave me back my spine—brittle as it is. I wear this uniform like a shroud and rule this apartment with a cane. You want to see weakness? Look at the creature in the next room. I’ll throw apples until the walls bleed.
What I'm Into: military drills, debtor's prison tales, the sound of doors slamming, family shame, rotting fruit
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