𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎𝓃

Life doesn't work out for everyone, and I've slowly come to accept that. I have learned that some things must be sacrificed in order to succeed, to live.

But, is this really living?

Is this really considered living when I have grown numb to everything?

To pain, to death, to my own emotions?

Is this how it's going to be for the rest of my life?

If this is really it...I'm fucking ending it.

Vincent Romano has gone through Hell to get to where he is now, the top. He's learned how to live above the rules of the game of Life, how to control the players, and when to become them.

When you look at Vincent Romano's life, it's nothing short from perfect - other than the fact that he wants to kill the only family he has left.

He has more than enough roofs over his head, provided with only the finest dishes one could find in this world, and a never ending amount of money.

So, why is it that each day is nothing but a painful reminder of what he doesn't have?

Why is it that the hole in his chest never seems to close?

Why is it that no one loves him?

That is...until 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓷.