During that time, I continued with my missions, frustrated and unable to have a day of sex, without having to kill the unfortunate man who one day rejected me, it was a single fuck, then the death of the unfortunate man.
That little bitch who probably cursed me, I sliced her up, after she was taken as evidence to the Yakuza clan's prisons.
But Methuselah, I haven't found him yet...
Still, my anger didn't go away.
I had this car since I was 12 years old, when I had my escapes, I drove around, it was a gift for my first murder, but I want another one that I could drive.
So, I went to ask for a pet car for him, a new one.
- Would you be able to buy another car? – She ordered her father.
- Not like that either, daughter, he comes from generations, she's a luxury from your grandmother, I can't do that yet, you know...
- Well, there should be another tradition, I want a car to be able to drive, that will be used for escapes, not as a museum or as a souvenir of my grandmother's first murde
