Somewhere in India, a mother weeps at night, and her husband rocks back and forth on a chair, staring out a window into the dark.
Down the garden path, in a small shed lit by a single lamp and the glow of a monitor, is their son. A mild mannered child, he was docile and loved by the couple. Doted upon by teachers and family and community, he grew into a fine young man.
Until one day, he found a website, and it consumed him. His soul was torn apart by conflicting forces, as he lied and struggled to be believed, and then finally, he learned to manipulate the actions of those around him, and he became, Pranay.
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