hungry, dangerous, and greedy. prologue

In my early childhood I always wanted more, more rice, more power, more money, more of eveything!

luckily for me I had a talent for getting what I wanted, I could trick the richer kids out of their allowance or get the bigger, stronger children to beat up anyone who insulted me for my twisted, bent back. although, before I figured out how to deal with people I regularly had to hide in a small grove of ancient, twisted apple trees deep in an old abandoned farm that everyone thought was haunted, the trees still somehow still bore fruit, sour, green, small fruit but fruit nonetheless.

This grove was a boon throughout my childhood, even after I learned to instill fear in the other children and was no longer bullied, it still provided for me, even the apples were the sweetest candy when I was starving, and I knew the grove would protect the money i would take from other kids so that my family would at least be able to have food to eat