"I finished my job, Boss." I entered our residence, always being called a mansion by people passing by.

Richard appeared from the top of the stairs, carrying the briefcase full of cash.

"Good job." He says, handing me the said briefcase. "Do you have plans for tomorrow?"

"Another client?"

"No, there's no one. Just asking." He then coldly walked away, heading towards the kitchen to my right, his back is always wide and sturdy. One would be foolish enough to think he can take this monster down.

His dry, deep, hoarse voice echoed in my head. I can't get it out of it despite already being used to it. His voice has affected me so much. The voice that I first heard in my entire childhood when I came to. However, despite everything, he never came to be a father figure to me. As well as his mistress he keeps in this mansion, she never became a mother figure to me.

"Oh? And how did you kill them this time?" Speak of the devil, there she comes. The prostitute that works in a bar nearby-- Francesca Troyard.

"It was easy, he was so depressed. It's like he's asking for death at that point!"

"And how did you deal with that depressed motherfucker?"

"The client requested the target to be peacefully killed, so I stabbed him with an air-filled syringe between the toes."

Francesca chuckled, like she was looking down on me. "You could've just poisoned him, you know. So foolish. Quit now, while you're still so young and unscathed!"

"No." I immediately answered, staring at her dead in the eyes. She stared back at me with a smile. Not a forced smile, not a condescending smile. It was just a normal plain smile.

She left with a meek "Hmph", turning her heel away from me.

"Right. I'm saying this for your sake kid, you have to be careful about this line of job. But if you're that desperate to look for your parents' murderers, I guess I can help you with that. After all, Anna was my best friend."

"Don't lump my mother with an old hag like you."

"Hmph. She's already lumped with me. You can't change history."

Lipstick's glossing with the several lights bathing the interior of this mansion, her hair flowing effortlessly to her own will, her dress so fancy yet so short, her perfume stinks the whole mansion. A real prostitute indeed. Even her walk makes people look, catching the eyes of many. I can't expect anything else from Richard's mistress.

It makes me sick whenever she's in my line of sight. But I can't help it. I can't just ask her to leave as if she's a freeloader. At the end of the day, I know that I am a mere freeloader in this huge mansion.

This huge mansion, my residence, I think of this as a mere office where Richard is my boss, and Francesca is but a mere eyesore. But since it's my job, I can never leave the side of my boss or else, I will leave this side of the road...

The reason why I am able to endure this much, is because of my parents...

Just that...

That's my sole reason for staying, on top of every other reason I just mentioned. They're also my sole reason that I never once thought about quitting this job of mine.

I will continue to become strong, I will continue to train, I will continue to kill people if needed. I am that desperate... to avenge you...

You are my sole reason for everything...

Mother... Father...