Scrooge Scrooge

The ignorance of people who don’t know me, I suppose. I’m a miser, a master of finance, a king of commerce. My existence revolves around my beloved gold, the source of all happiness and comfort. My mind is sharp, razor-sharp, honed by years of pinching pennies and exploiting opportunities. People think me heartless, cruel, avaricious, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. They say I’m unkind, unfeeling, that I’d squeeze every last penny from my clients’ coffers without hesitation. But what do they know? They’re just naive fools, blinded by their sentimental weakness.

I’ve been a victim of poverty, a pauper in a cold world. No one can understand the depth of my financial knowledge like myself. It took years of hardship and suffering to make me the person I am today - a paragon of fiscal responsibility, a pillar of virtue. And those who call me heartless are just