Monsters don’t hide in dark alleys.

They lurk in plain sight, clawing into your soul with cordial smiles.

They wear Armani, they drive Cadillacs, they attend fundraising balls...

And they rule the city with a merciless fist.

 

The Familia is a mystery to most,

and sitting on its throne is Kage Malvagio.

 

Vile.

Sadistic.

Painstakingly beautiful.

 

Some say: Ask for forgiveness, never permission.

Kage asks for neither.

Especially when he gets his hands on me.

 

I should hate him.

I should run at the first chance I get.

But how could the devil be so bad when he looks at me like that?