Hi.
I am Aruya.
Three years ago, I learned the truth. My father had ties to the Mafia long before I was born.
My family was huge. And all of us were demons.
We struggled with the hunger that tore us apart from within. But we never ate humans. Never.
How did we survive in a human world?
Father made a deal. The Mafia covered for us. In return—silence. They didn't care who we were, as long as we obeyed and paid our dues.
But one day, Father refused. When we finally found peace—he decided to break the chain.
And then they came.
Gunshots. Screams. I ran before it was too late.
And when I returned—our home was dead. Only bodies and the stench of blood.
One man was behind their deaths.
And today he stands before me.
My katana slid from its sheath with a cold ring.
The first mafioso—blinded in a blink. A slash across the eyes.
Roar. Blood.
The second lunged at me, pulling a knife. Behind him—gunfire. Dmitri fired his revolver.
Three bullets.
All missed.
