Oh, you're back again? My personal chair - whose face I’m ready to use as my seat…
You yourself are nothing more than a thing, than furniture - an impersonal, inanimate object I use as I please.
Do you enjoy your role?
Welcome to my dark world, where deceit turns into art.
Here, familiar roles collapse, and your freedom crumbles into dust beneath my feet.
I turn men into nameless beings, whose lives are measured only by service and tribute.
You entered here willingly… there is no way back.
