~Prologue~

A killer, why not? Thats what you get called when you end another's life anyways. So why not call him the same exact thing? A monster, a freak who hid behind his underling slaves but he didn't have clean hands just because they did his work for him. Not because he locked those slaves away for so long that they had lost their minds. He had equally blood stained hands, for every person he had paid to get killed in his warehouse was also like his own hands wrapping around their victims throats.

The man wasn't really a man at all, it was a son. A boy who had no choice in this career because it was handed down to him and he couldn't refuse it. Of course, it made money for the killings but at what cost would someone take another's life? I guess the cost wasn't that much.

In this story, my story, you won't just be learning about the man behind the mask and the brutal killings, you'll get to see me and how I was when it happened to me. I'm Lilly Myers and this story is about my life and how I overcame the darkness of the bloody halls that surrounded me and ran with an angel leading me back out of the darkness and into the light.