Alright. Say you're this kid born in the 1920's and you never meet your father. Say your mother and everyone else tells you that your father is a highly influential illusive rich man that will always be watching you but never interferes dirrectly with your life. You also get told he loves you very much, but if you do not believe he's your father you will get beat up pretty bad. So you go through life and he pays a bunch of guys to pick on you in high school, you get fired from every job, but he also leaves random 100$ bills you find and pays this one girl at some point to show affection to you, but you don't think that he actually does all of this even though the same people tell you he does. So you grow up not to believe in him because if he is really rich and loves you he wouldn't let you have such a shitty life, and you can't afford a private detective and DNA tests don't exist for you to prove anything. And then one day you randomly run into him and you get knocked out. You wake up in this red room where an ex-employee of him just beats the living shit out of you and then nurses you back to health to beat the shit out of you again. For the rest of your life. And your father is there watching. Because he loves you.
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