Killer

I listen to my brothers speaking, I listen to Venus. But I can't focus.

My mind and my body are absent. It's still stuck in the early hours of the morning replaying the previous hours alone with Beggar. Watching her while she slept.

She resembled a porcelain doll with small cracks, begging to be put together, begging to be saved.

It's no secret that I have lived in luxury. I've lived with riches my entire life. I've never wanted, never needed. Until I left home. Until I decided that I just didn't fit with my brothers and sisters back home in Liston Hills.

I was always different. A fast thinker, sure, but not business-minded like my siblings.

I didn't see myself living in a high-rise building, wearing a 5-thousand-dollar suit. I don't see myself as Kevin Stone either, son of billionaire Hector Stone.

And maybe my dad didn't see it too, because he didn't stop me when I decided to join the Navy. He didn't say a thing when I decided to become a Satan Sniper.