Alex Reagen sat in his large mansion, staring out at the world. After his parents died when he was 6, he was shipped from foster home to foster home. He had grown up surrounded by troubles. Every foster family didn't want him. When he was shipped off to the next house, it was the same thing. Once he turned 18, he moved out, and moved into the mansion. He was left wealthy, but was withdrawn.
After never seeing love growing up, Alex stayed away from the world. Instead, he brought parts to him. He had a butler, a personal trainer, and other staff for his mansion. Yet he rarely left. The world had hated him. Now, he didn't like the world.
Nothing would change Alex's opinion of the world. Especially the young woman he always saw walking her dog. Every day she walked. It was clockwork. It became a routine for him. He always stopped and watched her. He wondered why she clung so close to her daughter, or why she had a cane. She didn't have a limp that he could see.
He was thinking about why she could need a cane, when her dog suddenly got loose. He watched as the dog tore through the open gate to his mansion. Why was the gate open? He couldn't tell why it was open, but he watched as the dog tore the lawn up. It didn't bother him that much, since he would be able to easily pay for the damage. He saw his butler, Robert running out, and couldn't get downstairs quick enough to stop him.
After never seeing love growing up, Alex stayed away from the world. Instead, he brought parts to him. He had a butler, a personal trainer, and other staff for his mansion. Yet he rarely left. The world had hated him. Now, he didn't like the world.
Nothing would change Alex's opinion of the world. Especially the young woman he always saw walking her dog. Every day she walked. It was clockwork. It became a routine for him. He always stopped and watched her. He wondered why she clung so close to her daughter, or why she had a cane. She didn't have a limp that he could see.
He was thinking about why she could need a cane, when her dog suddenly got loose. He watched as the dog tore through the open gate to his mansion. Why was the gate open? He couldn't tell why it was open, but he watched as the dog tore the lawn up. It didn't bother him that much, since he would be able to easily pay for the damage. He saw his butler, Robert running out, and couldn't get downstairs quick enough to stop him.