VOIDI pulled up in the front yard of Rocco's empire, and the moment I stepped out of my car, all eyes turned on me.The men looked at me like I was some danger - well, I was - while the ladies looked at me with a mix of fear and lust.Like sturdy pillars of strength, my broad shoulders commanded attention. And as I moved forward, the atmosphere itself seemed to acknowledge my presence.I could see it in those men, they wished to be me, have my kind of strength. But that was all it could ever be - a wish.My name is Void. It isn't some foreign name with a sweet meaning. It's the void you know - the word meaning empty.I'm called that because I'm void of emotions, void of fun, void of trust, void of empathy. Show me kindness, and I'll think you tryna mock me. But give me a gun, knives, or any sweet object with the ability to draw blood, and I'll show you just how amazing life can be.You can call me whatever the hell you want - a killer, a demon, a wizard.
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