Prologue

Broken people tend to hurt others, or if not, they hurt themselves more. There are dark secrets that we don't want others to know. We all have wounds that we can't heal.

Same books, same titles, but different pages. We all have stories that we don't read out loud. Same pains but different reasons.

Pain is what changes people. Some become rude. The others become playful. But most of them become silent.

They screamed in pain. They felt like they are in Satan's hell. They feel like they were burned alive, while they feel the pain being done to them. And they almost die as they shout in nervousness. But the people behind their pains didn't even feel any sympathy towards them. There was no remorse. All they have is the lust to torture and kill them. The desire of having their freedom.

The man with a gun in his hand smirked. He playfully plays his gun in his hand. While his other hand has a cigarette stuck between his two fingers. He looked so deadly and dangerous to messed up with.

"Do you think that we're a fool?" he said as he pointed a gun in one of their pawns. The guy nervously shook his head, swallowing his saliva while looking at those murderous eyes.

The other man whose busy drinking a beer shook his head. He closed his eyes and massaged his nose bridge. Boredom is hitting him now.

He hears those begging voices from their pawns. He chuckled humorlessly, he drinks again on the canned of beer. He pulled out his gun and fired at the man who had screamed. He was irritated. His head was already hurting from the man's resounding howl. The guy was shot straight on his head. He just looked at that without emotion on his face.

The man's body was lying on the dirty floor where they are. So the blood flowed to the floor like water. He didn't even give a fuck about it, he didn't even blink once. That's how cruel he is.

"Fuck, will you two stop being morbid? Even just for once?" The man with a cigarette in his hand said.

"Dude, stop being gay," he said while playing the canned of beer on his palm.

"I'm not a fucking gay!" the man said in a monotonous tone and puffed his cigarette. He puffed the smoke from the cigarette and looked at the two. They were busy torturing their pawns again.

He shook his head and boring watched the two torture their pawns. It's not new to him to see those two being a devil themselves. They're all a fucking demon trying to hide on everyone. He smoked the cigarette for the last time, the two killed the rest of the crew of the man they were fleeing. So it was normal for him to see them being too brutal in torture. This is a normal thing for them.

He licked his lips before getting the attention of the two. The two looked bored when they look at him, oh come on. Not even a smile huh.

"We have a problem..."

"Give me a second. I want to be wasted before I hear your fucking nonsense problem." It knocked over a bottle of vodka that had just opened.

"I said we, it's not just mine," he scowled. He looked at the other guy who was just silently looking up while his eyes were closed.

The man looked at him and hissed. It even pointed a gun at him. "Fucking get out before I shoot you on your head,"

He was confused so he muttered his what. But he cursed loudly as the man shot him. Fortunately, he quickly dodged the bullet that was coming for him. Be glared at the man.

"Bloody fucking hell?"

"Fucking solve the problem. Or the next bullet will be on your head."

He just shook his head again as he walked away from their basement. Like what the fuck? It's not just his problem. That's a problem for the three of them. But guess what? He will just solve it alone. That's unfair. So fucking freaking unfair. He would rather stay at a bar and flirt with different women than do what he was asked to do. Ah. He suddenly wants to get laid and bang some women.

But he still has work to do. Damn. Damn his twin brothers.

"Whatever."

He has already reached his destination. He is leaning against a pole and counting the time. He smiled playfully before getting his gun. His target was on the other side of the street. Currently getting out of a restaurant. He readies it while putting a silencer on the gun.

He pointed it to his target. His target was just nearby. He was only about five meters away from the man. Not bad to shoot the man.

If people will look closely, they could notice him holding a gun. Someone might recognize him since he was just wearing a black mask that only covers half of his face. But he doesn't care about it. He prefers this so that his work is not boring. Well, he can actually use a long-range kind of gun and stay on a rooftop or farther than that. But there's no thrill if he will do his job on a far distance.

"Only weaklings will use a sniper, this one is so much better," his eyes narrowed when he saw his target stop in front of a car. He lowered his gun and walked closer to his target. This is a lot better, nearing on the target, then pointing right through its head.

He stopped when he's already in front of the man. The man looked at him, parting its lips in shock. He removed his mask. Then he grinned when he saw the man in front of him looking at him in fear.

"Miss me, fucker?"

He raised his hand holding a gun. He pointed the gun at his target.

"Cosa Nostra," he grinned more when he got the reaction he wants. "Montefeltro-Valmarana..."

"Welcome to hell, Satan said..."

And right there and then, he shoots him on his head. He smiled emotionless as he watched the man slowly fall to the ground. Blood is scattered on the floor. He licked his lips before looking at the girl who saw him killing his target. From the beginning, he could feel her looking at him. Looks like he has an audience. He could see her menacing eyes and lips trembling in fear. He gave her an evil grin before putting on the mask again. He hid the gun he was holding as he threw the silencer in the trash he passed by as he walks on the street.

"The world is full of darkness, baby. Don't expect that it will always be colored in a rainbow.

He heard an oncoming police vehicle, they were late as expected. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. Fucking associates.