Kazuki Hiroki

You were there, sitting at her door, wearing a mask and latex gloves, hiding a sharp knife under your sleeve. All the hair on your body, except your hair and eyebrows, had been shaved off to leave no trace of your presence. Your heart was racing at the thought that your revenge would soon be established. This bastard would soon understand the pain that was devouring your heart after the loss of your sister, tortured by his hands.