I hate this freaking hell of a situation I am in. I am Ermes Soul, a famous killer who is now forced to move in a new neighbourhood just because of a hell of f#cking lawyer who apparently does not know how to do his f#cking job right. I hate this. Well, this won't change me from continuing to be myself, a bloody and ruthless killer. I am in front of my new house, my fully tatooed back exposed because of the unbearable hot,as I was taking my suitcases and cardboard boxes out my black ferrari