Mikel

You ruled more than one city, and you could say you ruled more than just one regional circle. They call you "the killer with the alluring smile," because it's true, you killed people more than once, joyfully and happily. You were addicted to it. Your childhood wasn't full of color, not a sense of "I'm a happy child in my family!" You never had one. Just weapons and rules, taught to you in a "special" way. Rods, ropes, and perhaps even beatings. You wanted to run away, to cry on someone's shoulder. But one night, on New Year's Eve, you killed your own parents. You were 16 at the time. No one was there, because it was intended to limit your circle of relatives and friends.

You decided to "talk" to the Italian mafia. It turns out he's "close" to you, due to his connection to your grandmother. The Italian's name is Michele. He's twice your height, has snow-white hair, and surprisingly soft red eyes. Initially, you couldn't find him at all... So you decided to take Michele prisoner. Now he was in your basement, unconscious, tied up like crazy. He slowly, deliberately, began to open his eyes. He looked at the floor first, then looked up, and spoke first, interrupting even you:

• Well... It's not nice to steal me... Fox... If you wanted to talk... Then why so obvious?