Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1998
The thunder roared occasionally in Minneapolis, Minnesota one night in October. The flashes of light from the chaotic storm made the 7-year-old Keira gasp. She stopped playing with her doll and its crib. A toy stethoscope dawned on her neck, playing doctor all day with her doll named Chinnie. Her dark brown and curly locks swayed as she turned her attention to the window beside her bed. The curtains glided along with the wind. It made her heart pound abnormally. The tension seemed so superb that she froze in her position. She hated seeing ghosts or monsters in cartoons or movies. Seeing them in person isn't what she expected either. She didn't move nor make a sound. She was cautious of her surroundings, felt the eerie ambiance of her place. That flooded her mind over and over until she decided to move.Three knocks on the door came that distracted Keira's deep thoughts. She quickly turned to the door and heard her mom calling her name. "Keira! Keira, honey. It's time for your bath! Come on out!" she shouted at the door."Okay, Mom!" she replied, relieved. She quickly left all her things at where they were without looking back, just like any other kids do at her age. She removed her stethoscope and quickly dashed out of her room.The hallway to the living room seemed to be a lot scarier than inside her bedroom. She heard a distant sound of flowing water from the shower room where she presumed her mother had gone. There's this eerie feeling again inside her chest. She slowly stepped on the wooden floor and went past the living room to the next hallway where the shower is located.She noticed that the shower room's door was open. The light from the room bounced to the wall next to it and a shadow of a person was also formed on the wall up to the floor. She recognized the shape abruptly. It is probably her mom and her dad, preparing her bath together. She happily jumped and suppressed her voice as much as possible to surprise them.She was about to walk further to the shower room, tiptoeing, when suddenly, she noticed something on the floor. A sinister tension suddenly came inside her body. Gently and slowly, she turned her head to that object. She saw a dark liquid gradually spreading on the carpeted floor of the living room. Then, as she looked further and further, she saw the source of that matter. She saw a man lying down there. His forehead had a bullet hole at the center. His eyes weren't sealed shut. His clothes were full of dirt and blood. Wounds are also all over his body.She gasped silently. Tears fell from her eyes. She recognized him. "D-Daddy...?" she whispered, almost shaking. She couldn't believe it. Her daddy is lying on the ground, bathing in blood.Her body started to tremble. Her mind seemed too busy to think of one rational reason this thing happened. She's not a crybaby kid. She's been trained in self-defense and critical thinking, all taught by her father, Dante Vince. So, she definitely knows that there's someone inside their house. She needs to find who that intruder is.A loud thud followed. It came from the shower room where her head automatically turned. She gasped in horror as she saw her mother's body collapse to the ground. Her blood slowly crawled on the floor of the hallway. Her eyes are also open but now lifeless. Then, another shadow overturned her figure.Keira slowly flinched but she didn't hide. At last, the owner of the shadow finally came out of the shower. He wore tight black clothes. His head was covered in black cotton cloth, with his eyes in full black-tainted nightshades. He walked past her mother's remains and walked into the living room until Keira and he were facing each other.Keira stood silent with vengeance and anger towards the stranger. Fists balled tightly. She was full of anger that she had forgotten to cry about her loss. She wanted to defend her parents but they were all gone. If only she had stayed at her mother's side, this wouldn't have happened. She completely blamed herself. "Who are you?" she asked him, gritting her teeth, but the stranger stood quietly. "I said, who are you?! Why did you do this to my parents?" she vehemently asked.The stranger moved his hand in front of her. A gun was there and was aimed at her head.Keira gulped. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. But she still looked at him with full confidence and anger raging like fire in her eyes. "Are you going to kill me, too? Is that how you marvel at your strength to a vulnerable person? Do you think you won because of killing a kid? Is that it?" she confidently asked. She made sure her voice didn't crack or lose cool. She shouldn't be. Let's see how far this coward goes... she thought to herself.Several moments, Keira wished she didn't said those words. What if this man really kills her? How would she avenge her parents' death? As seconds passed, her lifeline started to take her away. She expected it much worse.But it didn't happen. Instead of pulling the trigger that the stranger's finger touched, he put down the gun and returned it to his back. Without a word, he ran and fled from the house of the Vinces.Keira tried to follow him to the front yard, but it was no use. The man had fled far enough that she couldn't run after him. She didn't realize that she was already soaked in water and in tears. The thunder continued to roar but her heart was completely shattered and a lot of anger was poured towards the stranger who killed her parents.She just fell down to her knees and continued crying. "Mommy... Daddy..." she continued sobbing. She continued crying as she is an official orphan from that night.As minutes passed, her body slowly felt weak. Her ears started to clog, her sight started getting blurry. Then, darkness took over for a long time...After 23 years... Milan, Italy The tick-tacking sound echoed throughout the unsounded hall full of abandoned old and broken furniture materials. All the men who were inside that place stopped as soon as a man entered the old gray hall. A man walked confidently into the hall. He wore a fine bright white tuxedo, a white hat, and white pants with splattered blood all over them. He holds a dark classical walking cane with the shape of an eagle's head on the handle. He is tall and has a well-built body with fair white skin. He is Asian-looking with a vicious and mesmerizing pair of monolid eyes colored in hazelnut brown, perfectly complemented by his quite strong cheekbones and a bit angular sexy jaw. Despite fighting a lot of men from outside, he walks perfectly fine without any evidence of the struggle to see on his face. He approached the old man named Pacito Tolentino at the end of the room. He is seated in a comfortable gold chair carved in European design that is about 680 years o
The well-known hero that slays wickedry like Zorro was long forgotten by many. The current generation is now fantasizing men in suits brutally slaying bad or good people, those who created chaos amongst mankind. The very people who opposed both inferiority and corruption amongst men are the ones that create the renowned word. It is being romanticized on TV and novels as though it is an acceptable thing for mankind.And as Zorro was long forgotten, so as the righteous ones had forgotten to fight for the righteous things in this world. It became a chaos that no one could stop.For Saint, his Zorro was his father. No one could do what he had to do in the past. And now that he is in charge of everything, all eyes are waiting for his fall.He is currently fixing his silver satin neck tie while he faced the human-sized mirror in his little apartment inside New York. After that, he put on his white tuxedo and elegantly moved. He brought his eagle-head staff with him, put on his white designer
Finally after some several tries, the door has been freezed off from its security features."All good, boss. You may now open it..." Conner instructed after temporarily disabled the security feature of the door.Saint's hand is already in mid-air. He breathed in a bit to brace himself. He is not someone who is afraid of getting killed but right now, death is not his kind of option. He has to fulfill the promise he swore in front of his father's coffin..."I promise you... I'll avenge your death. I'll avenge your unfinished task. I will bring hell towards those people who plotted against you..."Saint finally came inside the main party hall of the resort. He saw few influential people inside the venue. They were holding wine glasses while faking their laughter towards other people. He heard a lot of show-offs that completely made him laugh a little. "Filthy dudes with their bling-blings," he commented.He is still in his bell boy's uniform. But compared to the outside mess, the people a
Monte can't believe his eyes. For years in service inside De Rossi Famiglia, he has never seen any shadows of the Mirage System. He has known them only through their Don's summons in a meeting where they are always reminded to avoid meeting one member of the secret society. What he knows is that the Mirage System has a new Underground Capo Famiglia 2 years ago and since then, the silent mayhem every Anti-Mirage Famiglias did has now reached their doors to the end of their reign. This man is unique in his operations and is very dedicated to making the Mafia World justifiable and to stay a secret.This man, as his Don has described to them, is a man in a white tux and has the eye of the dead eagle. A merciless, evil, sinister man who is considered the Grim Reaper of Mafias. He is called the Mafia Saint.Saint stood confidently in front of the De Rossi Capo without any emotions that can be read. He waited for this day to come that he could enter a very complicated Famiglia like the De Ro
Keira Vince wore a different character. Her brown sunglasses, red scarf, and stylish Sunday dress had her getting away from her real identity. Her real mood and all. Her Prada bag was clipped to her elbow. She walked in a girl way, stretching all her muscles up to her ears to form her fake smile to people around her.She could hear them murmuring around her asking about her identity. When everyone saw how casual she waved to the Capo of De Rossi, everyone froze.The guy smiled at her. He is Capo Luci Gaffon of the De Rossi Famiglia. The guy had known her since she disguised as Milani Sarmiento, an Italian-Filipino model who just moved to Spain for a vacation. The moment they met was dramatic. Keira wished she could get a grip on all the details from the capo in no sweat but she needed the timing. As Chief Roque said to her, "Timing is the real gold".This mission is one of the most important things the Anti-Mafia Special Action Force (AMSAF) has to do. They are very close to getting a
Keira was behind the glass where she could see in real flesh the infamous Lady Consigliere of the De Rossi Family, T. Sawyer. After that successful entrapment, her team delivered the suspect to AMSAF headquarters.Keira had her arms crossed on her chest while she observed the situation.T. Sawyer is a petite woman, skinny to be exact. Freckles were all over her body like she was marked a dozen times with a pen marker. Her short bobbed blonde hair was unkempt going all over her face. Her dark circles showed as if she had a rough life all over her face. She seemed strong. Keira couldn't tell if she is a drvg addict or just an average geek trying to mess up with the police by joining a highly dangerous society, the Mafia World.But right after she reviewed her file, that was when she was bombarded with the truth.She let out an amused laugh while examining the suspect's expression."What do you think?" a voice suddenly asked beside her. "Surprising, huh?" Keira looked over her shoulder a
Keira was behind the glass where she could see in real flesh the infamous Lady Consigliere of the De Rossi Family, T. Sawyer. After that successful entrapment, her team delivered the suspect to AMSAF headquarters.Keira had her arms crossed on her chest while she observed the situation.T. Sawyer is a petite woman, skinny to be exact. Freckles were all over her body like she was marked a dozen times with a pen marker. Her short bobbed blonde hair was unkempt going all over her face. Her dark circles showed as if she had a rough life all over her face. She seemed strong. Keira couldn't tell if she is a drvg addict or just an average geek trying to mess up with the police by joining a highly dangerous society, the Mafia World.But right after she reviewed her file, that was when she was bombarded with the truth.She let out an amused laugh while examining the suspect's expression."What do you think?" a voice suddenly asked beside her. "Surprising, huh?" Keira looked over her shoulder a
Keira Vince wore a different character. Her brown sunglasses, red scarf, and stylish Sunday dress had her getting away from her real identity. Her real mood and all. Her Prada bag was clipped to her elbow. She walked in a girl way, stretching all her muscles up to her ears to form her fake smile to people around her.She could hear them murmuring around her asking about her identity. When everyone saw how casual she waved to the Capo of De Rossi, everyone froze.The guy smiled at her. He is Capo Luci Gaffon of the De Rossi Famiglia. The guy had known her since she disguised as Milani Sarmiento, an Italian-Filipino model who just moved to Spain for a vacation. The moment they met was dramatic. Keira wished she could get a grip on all the details from the capo in no sweat but she needed the timing. As Chief Roque said to her, "Timing is the real gold".This mission is one of the most important things the Anti-Mafia Special Action Force (AMSAF) has to do. They are very close to getting a
Monte can't believe his eyes. For years in service inside De Rossi Famiglia, he has never seen any shadows of the Mirage System. He has known them only through their Don's summons in a meeting where they are always reminded to avoid meeting one member of the secret society. What he knows is that the Mirage System has a new Underground Capo Famiglia 2 years ago and since then, the silent mayhem every Anti-Mirage Famiglias did has now reached their doors to the end of their reign. This man is unique in his operations and is very dedicated to making the Mafia World justifiable and to stay a secret.This man, as his Don has described to them, is a man in a white tux and has the eye of the dead eagle. A merciless, evil, sinister man who is considered the Grim Reaper of Mafias. He is called the Mafia Saint.Saint stood confidently in front of the De Rossi Capo without any emotions that can be read. He waited for this day to come that he could enter a very complicated Famiglia like the De Ro
Finally after some several tries, the door has been freezed off from its security features."All good, boss. You may now open it..." Conner instructed after temporarily disabled the security feature of the door.Saint's hand is already in mid-air. He breathed in a bit to brace himself. He is not someone who is afraid of getting killed but right now, death is not his kind of option. He has to fulfill the promise he swore in front of his father's coffin..."I promise you... I'll avenge your death. I'll avenge your unfinished task. I will bring hell towards those people who plotted against you..."Saint finally came inside the main party hall of the resort. He saw few influential people inside the venue. They were holding wine glasses while faking their laughter towards other people. He heard a lot of show-offs that completely made him laugh a little. "Filthy dudes with their bling-blings," he commented.He is still in his bell boy's uniform. But compared to the outside mess, the people a
The well-known hero that slays wickedry like Zorro was long forgotten by many. The current generation is now fantasizing men in suits brutally slaying bad or good people, those who created chaos amongst mankind. The very people who opposed both inferiority and corruption amongst men are the ones that create the renowned word. It is being romanticized on TV and novels as though it is an acceptable thing for mankind.And as Zorro was long forgotten, so as the righteous ones had forgotten to fight for the righteous things in this world. It became a chaos that no one could stop.For Saint, his Zorro was his father. No one could do what he had to do in the past. And now that he is in charge of everything, all eyes are waiting for his fall.He is currently fixing his silver satin neck tie while he faced the human-sized mirror in his little apartment inside New York. After that, he put on his white tuxedo and elegantly moved. He brought his eagle-head staff with him, put on his white designer
After 23 years... Milan, Italy The tick-tacking sound echoed throughout the unsounded hall full of abandoned old and broken furniture materials. All the men who were inside that place stopped as soon as a man entered the old gray hall. A man walked confidently into the hall. He wore a fine bright white tuxedo, a white hat, and white pants with splattered blood all over them. He holds a dark classical walking cane with the shape of an eagle's head on the handle. He is tall and has a well-built body with fair white skin. He is Asian-looking with a vicious and mesmerizing pair of monolid eyes colored in hazelnut brown, perfectly complemented by his quite strong cheekbones and a bit angular sexy jaw. Despite fighting a lot of men from outside, he walks perfectly fine without any evidence of the struggle to see on his face. He approached the old man named Pacito Tolentino at the end of the room. He is seated in a comfortable gold chair carved in European design that is about 680 years o
Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1998The thunder roared occasionally in Minneapolis, Minnesota one night in October. The flashes of light from the chaotic storm made the 7-year-old Keira gasp. She stopped playing with her doll and its crib. A toy stethoscope dawned on her neck, playing doctor all day with her doll named Chinnie. Her dark brown and curly locks swayed as she turned her attention to the window beside her bed. The curtains glided along with the wind. It made her heart pound abnormally. The tension seemed so superb that she froze in her position. She hated seeing ghosts or monsters in cartoons or movies. Seeing them in person isn't what she expected either. She didn't move nor make a sound. She was cautious of her surroundings, felt the eerie ambiance of her place. That flooded her mind over and over until she decided to move.Three knocks on the door came that distracted Keira's deep thoughts. She quickly turned to the door and heard her mom calling her name.