Does it even really exist? This thing called ‘love’ she’s heard about through whispers, gossip and novels seems so far fetched and unreachable to her, given all she has seen and experienced. Which, granted, has not been all that much, still, in her limited view, she thinks romance and love are merely delusions one wraps themself in to avoid the cold hard reality that life is simply a series of logical and profitable contracts. Humanity tries to paint themselves compassionate and caring, loving and devoted, giving and nurturing – the bitter truth, however, is that no one really cares about anyone but themselves. And now, more than ever, she knows she needs to look after herself before her uncle does it for her in a way most beneficial to him and without care for her.