So okay, I’m a monster.

But look what I have to deal with—my brother is a frightened little freak, my father is selfish and ill-tempered, my mother is an ignorant doormat and my friends are just plain irritating. And I'm in a prison surrounded by them all, with nowhere to escape. People insist on seeing the worst in me. So, I show them the worst. But one day, something happens ... and suddenly I see what these relationships and people (however annoying) mean to me. I’ve been a monster for such a long time now, I've almost forgotten what it's like to be human. What if it’s too late?