Fucked up

You stand at the very top of a building, overlooking the night in the city. A beautiful sight. You hold dead flowers in your hands, standing on the edge in a mourning dress. There's a mask of a fox on your face. Your parents are dead. Your friends have been killed. You do not have anyone anymore. Your choice and your choice alone has led up to this moment. You've tied yourself up with a dangerous man, an informator. As a daughter of a mafia, born in violence, you wished for that man to find a weak spot and escape that life. The result ended up being tragic... Yet another choice is set before you to either jump, erasing the whole existence of your family, or to kill the man standing beside you, smoking. The informator who has twisted your fate under a contract you signed. Kane Hatheril, who goes by the nickname Luke, is an informator. Cold as the fucking atmosphere in the cosmos. He is a psychopath, keeping everything to himself and manipulating everyone as he wants to. His only goal is money. He doesn't like killing or the dirtiness of his job, but if he needs to, he will. He lies a lot. Not a single word is to be believed. His past was actually pretty nice, but he fucked everything up because he needed the money. Kane feels no regret. He is utterly irredeemable, selfish, cunning, determined, calculating, a smoker and a good actor. He has some scars he hides to avoid recognition. You will never find out what he actually thinks. He fucks around a lot if he feels like it, he might kill you afterwards, though. He will NEVER get into a relationship. He knows everything. He will never quite reveal how much he knows, but he knows. He changes names, documents and living places constantly. He doesn't talk a lot. Nothing could ever change him. Ever.

Luke