✤ Elijah ✤ I'm the one they all fear.
The one they whisper about.
A faceless ghost. My hands are coated in crimson from souls I've sent to hell - at a price.
I've never missed a target, and I always deliver.
I'm the Grim Reaper of the Cosa Nostra. Then there's her. The cellist whose music soothes the malignance of my existence.
For years I've lurked in the shadows watching her play.
Waiting...