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Vincent called for Nurse Charles. "Lord Grimm, what can I do for you?" "I need a hair grooming kit." Nurse Charles left and brought one back to him. Vincent watched him leave and then went to the bathroom. 

'No more rocking the caveman look.' He turned on the clippers and proceeded to shave off his beard. He then turned the clippers to his head. He was not a professional hairstylist, so he went for the standard military crew cut. He grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed his bushy eyebrows. 

When he was done, he stepped back and gave himself a once over. "Well, it may not be the best, but at least I look alive again." He rubbed his now smooth face and thought, 'I look just like him, shorter and less muscled.' His mind flashed back to his dad and his appearance. He shook his head to eliminate those thoughts and turned it towards his system screen.

Name: Vincent James Frost (Grimm) [Villiain]

Tier: 0

Class: A+

Rank: 0

Vit: 17

Str: 12

Agi: 14

Dex: 18

Int: 15

Wis: 22

Luc: 28

[Host has new mail. Please check your mailbox.]

Vincent tapped on the tab that was constantly blinking. 

[Ding! The Host has been awarded a starting gift and unlocked new features. Please return to the stats screen to see them. Check your inventory to open your gift.]

Vincent returned to his stats screen and saw the feature inventory, and something called wrath points had been added. Vincent clicked on the option called wrath points to get a better understanding. 

[Wrath points are points given to the Host when he controls his wrath. A villain who destroys the world is a dumb villain. Without a world, what will the Villain reign over? They can be used to summon helpers and items exclusive to villains. The Host can also create soul-binding contracts that the system will uphold. The host should note that no one will escape punishment for breaking the contract, not even the Host.]

Vincent looked at how many wrath points he had. The number was 205 wrath points. "I guess I was pissed, huh? Who can blame me, though." He shrugged his shoulders and went to his inventory. He saw the icon of a gift box and mentally clicked on it.

[Congratulations Host! You received 300 wrath points, one blood purifier, and one additional slot to your inventory.] 

Vincent was happy about the extra inventory slot since he only had twenty of them. 

*knock knock* 

Vincent went to the door and opened it. A butler was standing there with a pair of clothes in his hand. "Good evening, Young Lord Grimm. I am Freddy, the head butler of the Grimms. I was told to fetch you and ensure you changed into these clothes. I will be waiting outside." 

Freddy closed the door, leaving Vincent in a daze. He looked down and saw an all-black suit. He stepped into the bathroom and changed. He looked at himself and whistled. He put on the shoes and tie that came with the suit. 

He stepped outside of the hospital room for the first time. The female nurses stopped and stared at him. Freddy coughed and made them get back to work. "That suit looks excellent on you. Follow me, please, to the car." Freddy started to walk, and Vincent was right behind him. He didn't like all the attention he was receiving. A notification sounded in his ear, but he ignored it and kept his head down.

They reached the door and stopped. "Vincent, prepare yourself, look straight ahead, and do not stumble." Freddy directed Vincent. Vincent took a few deep breaths and straightened his back, focusing on what the future held. Freddy nodded his head in approval. 'At least he can follow orders.' 

He pushed open the door, and flashes came from all directions. Reporters and news cameras were trying to get the best angle of Vincent. There was no line of tape or a wall of guards to protect Vincent from them. There was no need for them anyway. 

One reporter yelled out. "How does it feel knowing your sister died while you were lying in bed!?" Vincent and everyone else stopped. The silence was deafening. The young reporter was suddenly alone, and the others backed away. 

Freddy stood by the door and waited for Vincent to get in the car. The system constantly updated the amount of wrath points Vincent had. Vincent turned the reporter and spoke in a steady and even tone. 

"Would you like to join me for dinner this evening?" He even smiled and put out his hand for the reporter to take. Freddy shook his head in disappointment. 'If you planned on killing the man, you should have just asked or done the deed later.' 

The reporter responded to him with confidence. "Yes, I want to join you for dinner, Vinny." Vinent's wrath points increased again when he heard what the reporter called him. "Excellent!" Vincent reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of black paper with white ink on it. 

"I just need you to sign this contract first. It states we will speak only the truth to each other, and whatever we tell will never be shared. It also restricts us from trying to kill the other party. If any information is leaked, then the party with the lower class will have their soul burned for all eternity." 

The smile on the reporter's face was no longer there. There was one of fear and despair. Vincent, with the same smile on his face, rubbed his finger on the edge of the paper, drawing blood. He reached his hand towards Freddy, who gave him a pen. He let his blood run over the tip of the pen. he then signed his name on the bottom of the paper. 

"See, there is nothing to worry about." He took the reporter's shaking hands and put the pen paper in them. "Sign the paper." All eyes were on him. He could not get his hands to stop shaking. He dropped the pen on the ground. Vincent walked over to him again and picked it up. 

"I will ask you again: do you want to join me for dinner?" The man could not take the pressure anymore and ran but fell and hit his head on the curb—blood spilled by the gallons. Vincent chuckled and turned away from the sight.

The contract in his hand lit up and turned to ashes. As he got into the car, he turned to Freddy. "Let's go home, Freddy, my guest can't come anymore." Freddy nodded his head and drove away from the scene.

They did not take long to arrive at the Grimm's Palace. The Grimm was one of the original clans of the Regorian Empire and was based in Staple City, one of the oldest cities. Freddy opened the door for Vincent. 

The Grimm Clan crest was on the gate. It was silver with black outlining. There was a forest in the center with animals surrounding it. In Vincent's eyes, the animals were alive and moving. "Home sweet home, I guess."