A few months happened after I had met the two. I was outside, feeling the rush of a well-placed kill. Over the days, my skills had been getting better and better with the help of my new proxies, Isabella and Angelica. My body count was about 501, meaning I had been getting a lot stronger than in life. I had also matured since I had grown a little taller which was not surprising, My chest which used to be a lifeless board turned in a pair of creamy white globes which I covered with my suit and surprisingly, I had 8-pack abs since that was also normal since killing was a good exercise.

I stood up, noticing a stain of freshly spilled blood on my face. Lifting my index finger, I managed to get all of it on it and licked my finger clean. I started walking back to the mansion as Karma proceeded to dispose of the bodies. She had given into her urges to kill too, and she looked like a spitting image of Zalgo. Her long dark hair that fell down her back, her red eyes that looked like blood, her fair skin that turned black when agitated, and she wore a simple yet elegant dark blue dress with a necklace with her father's symbol on it along with black leather 9-inch stiletto heel boots.

Once I opened the door, Jeff and Liu were fighting over who got to clean one of my favorite blades. It was sweet of them, really to do that for me since I gotten stronger without them. When I first arrived here, I was weak like a kitten, a kitten that was chewed up by a welsh collie. I had the heart of an Angel long ago.. but.. That part of me had DIED when Sal did. I'm sorry, Henry, Lisa, Larry, Todd and everyone else.. please forgive me for doing all of this.. I went in between them, breaking up the fight. "Boys." I said, watching as they froze up in front of me.

"Y-yes?" Asked Liu as I relished their fear. "Liu, you may clean the blade of my dagger. BUT, make sure you sharpen it before you return it to me. I expect it to be returned in 2 hours." I said, getting used to my new authority and walked away, leaving an awestruck Liu. I went up to my room and sat down at my vanity, picking up one of my favorite combs and brushed out my hair. It was a mess since the person I killed struggled to fight me off. I placed it down, looking at my face. Even though I looked extremely different then I looked long ago, I was still me.

I picked up a photograph of me and my brother when we were alive and.. 12.. I was 9 and Sal was 10 when we got attacked by the same man who ended my life that horrible June evening. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to rip them to shreds for framing my brother and killing me! But.. dad beat me to it. I then felt a small stab in my hand and looked down. "S***t." I said, looking at my hand which was bleeding. I bandaged that up and went to the window. I started thinking of my past life that had felt like so many years ago.. Sal.. I wish I could take back all the things that happened and we would have lived.. I would have lived to meet six.. and you mono..

But, now I know the world is not as kind to good people like us.. I'm sorry, My dearly beloved brother.