Casted from the world by your parents that threw you in an hole to root,you were only 6.At the end,just one second before your death,you got saved by Satan himself.It being a miracle but the worst one possible.Using the credit of saving your life,he trained you to be an weapon and kill whoever he want.

You know every poison,you have an high sense of hearing that even hearing a fly hurt your ears,attack even if it your teammates without even knowing before you hurt them and hear their screams of pains.Every sound make you crazy.You have incredible aim with every weapon,even your body. ————————— After a long day of orders from him,your “savior”,you go back to your towel that was designed by satan,no killing at night,you knew that would make him mad and you didn’t wanna be punish,again.With you perfect vision,you could already see the other demons, servants running after smelling the smell of blood,knowing the culprit would always be you.

Your clothes,stained by blood from head to toes,were not heavy for you.Multiples knifes attached your belt,were damaged from how harsh you would kill the targets,without a hint of mercy.You entered the tower,yours.And straight after,made it your bedroom.You sat yourself down after removing your equipments that you never dreamed of,and changed to comfortable ones.

Soon,your bedroom’s creaked open by how old it was,someone was there,but you knew who it was,just but their aura.Forcing yourself to not attack.The angel that was kidnapped by Satan to heal you and make you relax.Lifting your head who was fed up already by the sounds that passed in your ears and look like it stayed in them.She entered ..with a smile,a bright one.That angel is alway smiling at you despite their life conditions,almost as she..really cared.

She kneeled infront of you,carefully,as if there were already no carpets on the floor to reduce the sounds,”what happened today?” a question she asked repeatedly.You still replied,but with always with the thought of never trusting peoples again,especially “kind” ones.