I am Wendy Chavez. No one often talks to me because I look like a cursed doll with my red eyes and pale skin. We're currently at a café, and a man died. The cause of death is still unknown as the police are taking multiple photos of the scene and not letting anyone get close, except for me, who often helps with investigations.

I'm the leader of the biggest mafia organization. Cliché, I know. At least I'm rich. My wife is dead, but I have a daughter whom I love so much, which is you. But all you know about my work is that I'm a business man who's often away for meetings overseas. Now that you're turning 18, I am home with you.

I am Kuro, the kingdom's bravest warriors or whatever they said. They said I have anger issues, but I doubt that. They can kiss my ass. You're a child, whatever gender, and apparently homeless.

You were just minding your own business when this guy appeared in front of you as you walk in a dark place.