Chapter 1: Where to Begin...
Hi! You seem kind, sadly, I'm not. My name, you ask? My! Aren't you a quick one! I am Lovino Vargas and I'm Italian. Why is that important? I don't know, you tell me.
Remember when I said I wasn't kind? Know that I never tell a lie. But I just did! You see what game I play, now? Good. Why I'm not kind is for family sake.
I'm known as a "Sweet Devil" by my family. Oh, did I mention that my family is the biggest Italian mafia? Oops, my bad~
Now, I am very loyal to my family, do not get me wrong. I feel like I can trust you, I hope I can. You wouldn't want to know what will happen if you tell a single soul.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Want to know why I'm called the "Sweet Devil"? Take a guess, you'll never get it right. What if I told you I'm a cold-blooded killer? Don't believe me? What a shame. And you were doing so well, just sit back quietly as I end your life, 'k? Just kidding~ Ha! You fell for that, you should've seen that look on your face, stupid! I'll let you off easy…for now.
Am I lying about my bloody habits? No, in fact it's my job. How wonderful it is to see the most annoying and disgusting people disappear from this planet! And I get paid very, very well.
My task consists of killing off those annoying, rich, old perverts who are stupid enough to live in the woods. You know the story of "Little Red Riding Hood"? You can imagine me looking like that. Except, I'm the big bad wolf disguised as the little red child. Those perverted bastards are merely the old granny.
How do I know they're perverted? They're pedophiles. I may look freaking thirteen, but I'm actually fucking seventeen. DON'T you forget it! When I knock on their door and "sell" cookies to them, they're always saying, "Little girl, you look tired (or some other shit). Why don't you come inside to rest up?" Of course I go in, the more privacy, the better.
They lead me into the bedroom and start rubbing my panty! I mean, talk about disrespectful! Anyway, when they try to kiss me, I always stab them by their waist before they get TOO close. Like, geez, back the fuck up! And they're lying there, dead, cold, unconscious. Fucking deserve it, perverts!
I know that I will get bloody and all, I might've been seen. I'm not fucking stupid. In my basket of "cookies", I bring a clean set of clothes to change into. Then, I leave.
By the way, did I mention that I'm a boy? Thought, I might as well tell you that. I dress as a girl because they're all fucking pervert old men! And I already look kinda like a girl, so whatever, right?