The Real Young Master Comes Home and Takes the World by Storm

I’m the pet dog of the capital’s young master.

He has severe bipolar disorder.

Whenever he loses control, he locks me in the basement and torments me in every way imaginable.

The next time he beats me until I’m covered in wounds and barely alive,

Madam suddenly appears in front of me, tears in her eyes.

“Child, I’ve finally found you. Come home with me.”

Oh. So I’m the real young master of the capital after all.