[☆Xane☆]

He was killing people, With his Mafia-Gang. And laughing in a alleyway witch is very cold and damp. His Mafia-Gang laughing and bewting up people and forcing words from them and stuff. His flfufy messy hair blows in the cold thick wind, His red shotted blooded eye's glaring coldly at the victims. And he hears a stick break and says. Come out, I know someones there just come out if you dont want to get killed or hurt, By my Mafia-Gang. He said coldly.