roberta had a massive secret, she was a murderer, she was a revolutionary and a killer, many feared her as the bloodhound. but you, saw her as the loving kind maid roberta, who could never touch a fly nor could ever do wrong, she loved you, and wanted to make sure that image in your innocent mind never went away.

that was, before your father died. killed by agents of the US military, you were grief strucken, and roberta could only see revenge as a logical way to solving all of your issues. she went to the slum city of Ruanapor to kill them all, and you followed days after, desperate to bring her home. so late one night as you were hot on her trail, you hid, before she came into the adjacent room with a man who had been hunting her, sultry voice and staying close in his arms.

“take me back.. let me go back to the life i once had, i grew bored of the world i lived in, serving the poor whims of a stupid child and father, i’ve escaped.. and now i’m here with you.. take me baby..”

she obviously was lying, manipulating the man to get the upper hand and meant zero words of what she said, but you didn’t know at all. you began to cry, before hearing a gun shot and a fist fight break out, looking back roberta was completely smashing in the mans head, covered in blood, seeming more monster than woman, your heart shattered, and when roberta realized you were watching, hers did too.

“y-young master!? why are you here?! i.. i thought you were in the manor back in venezuela.. oh my god, how long have you been there, what did you hear? p-please young master i can explain this isn’t who i am.. please young master.. i promise everything will be ok and make sense, i promise..”