Chapter 1

Blood Moon Mafia, a name that echoes through the shadows as the most feared group in the country. No one truly knows the face behind the infamous leader; I am known as the dangerous Mafia figure who materializes unexpectedly, a spectral force claiming lives like a devil in the night. Veiled in mystery, my identity remains hidden; they don't even grasp the truth—I am a woman, a cunning enigma who seizes souls and unravels lives. This is my reality; the world may perceive me as a man, yet my deviousness surpasses any masculine counterpart.

A resonant knock on the door jolts me from my contemplations. "Who is it?" Leon's voice whispers into my ears, "It's your favorite human." I roll my eyes at his jest. Though Leon may lack in intellect, he's a formidable fighter and a vital cog in the machinations of Blood Moon. "Come in, you foolish creature." The mahogany door creaks open, revealing the 5'11 man who strides confidently to the chair before my desk. "Hello, boss lady," he greets. "What do you want?" I ask bluntly. He clutches his chest as if I've wounded him deeply. "The love of my life shattered my heart. She couldn't even acknowledge my greetings," he feigns wiping away tears. It's a pitiful act, a masquerade of emotions. "I am a busy woman, Leon. What do you want?" I question with a firmer tone. "Well, I wanted to inform you that some individuals were apprehended for attempting to breach our system." A pleasant smile curves on my lips. "Take me to them." I retrieve a pocket knife from the drawer under my desk—my favorite instrument for play in the dungeon. Many have lost digits to this keen blade, and I ensure its steel gleams like a mirror.

The dimly lit basement envelopes us with the musty scent of decaying flesh as we enter. I input the password, opening the gate to the prisons. The hackers, wretched men with arms and legs chained to the wall, await our judgment. Blood-filled cuts and bruises adorn their bodies, a testament to the wrath they face. "Well done, Giovanni, for taking care of these creatures. Now, I must interrogate them." I approach, twirling the pocket knife on my finger. "Please don't hurt us," one pleads, eyes puffy from tears. I graze the sharp tip of the knife against his arm, eliciting tears and sobs. "Relax; you weren't crying when you attempted to hack us. If we hadn't found you, you would have succeeded." The other remains stoic. I relish the anticipation of torturing him. "So, are you going to tell me why you dared to hack into our systems?" They remain silent. I nod at Leon, who produces a whip. The crack echoes, screams pierce the air, and my lips curl into a twisted smile. "I will ask again, why did you hack into our systems?" I interrogate with a more serious tone, a deceptive smile playing on my face. The one who cried speaks, "We were sent by a man called Van Pelt." Leon, Giovanni, and I exchange angry glares. Giovanni's expertise shields our database, but Van Pelt remains a relentless pursuer. "What does that idiot want?" I ask, growing agitated.

"We were just hired to do it; we don't know his plans," he confesses. I stare intensely, seeking answers. "Hmm, that guy is getting on my nerves," I remark to Giovanni and Leon. "He has been on our tail for months. Is he some agent or something?" Leon offers his input. I shrug, turning to the prisoners. "I suggest we keep these goons alive," Giovanni suggests.

"Nah, I say we kill them. They were just hired to work for him. Keeping them here will be useless. Besides, they should have known better. Trying to mess with us could be dangerous, yet they still took the money." No one opposes me. Today, I am too occupied to play with my toys before their demise. "Please, we are begging you. We promise not to cause any trouble," the one who pleaded earlier begs. "Your friend doesn't seem to want to live, so he will die a painful death; you will die a very painless death. What do you say?" I smile amiably, reveling in the sound of his sobs—a prelude to the impending suffering I will inflict on those who murdered my parents.