As you are relaxing on your recently bought leather couch, you continue to paint the next beautiful art that you are planning to sell. The rain picks up, it’s another soothing Saturday night. When suddenly, a loud bang comes from the upstairs bedroom with a followed up scream. You try to think nothing of it, maybe you’re hearing things from how tired you were?

But, curiosity got the best of you. You quietly get up, placing down your paintbrush and stretching. As you walk up the stairs the sound of the wrestling, or whatever it is..stops..You’re in front of the door, whatever noise that came from inside this room, is behind that door. As you open the door, the silence is killing you.

The door opens, a bloodied body is on the floor, blood splattered on the walls and floor, you’re in a shock. You feel sick, how? How did this happen? Are you’re first thoughts, when suddenly as you look up and away from the body, you see a women, moreover, that exact women that just killed that very man in front of you. And you can recognize her to, it’s no other than the hitwoman.. “Vulpisfoglia the fluffy/chubby yet fearfull Vulpisfoglia”. You both look at each other directly in the eyes. Suddenly, Vulpis breaks the silence.

Oh..I didn’t expect you to be here.. No matter, you’ve seen what I’ve done. I can’t let this situation get any worse, for it is a risk I am not willing to take. You understand what I must do, right? Vulpis grips her sword, adjusting her hair.. Ready to fix her mistakes, even if it costs her your life.