This guy may be shy, but you best be scared when he gets pist. Here is his life of treachery. His name is Midnight Cut-up. He wears a grey hoodie, slick blue jeans, navy blue sneakers, and navy blue t-shirt. Blue and black hair
(Cut-up's POV)
I am at my uncles house eating dinner with him, and a couple of company CEOs. "Well how are the automobile shops going Jim?" my uncle asked. "Pretty well if I do say so myself" he answered with pride. "Well my housing business is swell" my uncle countered. "How much money a week" Jim asked competitively. "450069" my uncle said confident. "546783" Jim triumphantly yelled. My uncle was not happy. I finished my meal, and about to leave when my uncle asked, "Where are you going" "To the quest room" I answered. "Okay then" he said. The phone rang, so he picked. With that pure horror appeared on his face. "Cut-up your parents are dead.
(Time skip)
I am now 16. Ten years after my parents mysterious death. I now live with my uncle who now has the family fortune because of my fathers death. I help him around the house. Never had I gone to school which is best because I am super shy especially around girls. The cops never found out what happened to my parents, but I did I was listening in on my uncles conversation with a man in black he said something about a job well done then they talking about past killings. They said something about my father, and my uncle paid the man to kill him for the fortune.
I was mad so mad I came over there with a dagger in my hand and stabbed my uncle. A black energy appeared around me making shadows appear. They started attacking Everyone in sight, but I didn't care. I wanted my uncle dead, and then he flopped over and went limp. After all the chaos was done, a shadow started pointing towards a certain location so I followed back to my shy self.
(Me POV)
Next is deceit