A man sat in a dark room, reading a newspaper. He had just read about the death of Caedes Rendell, or as the media in Alataria dubbed him, the Tri-Surgeon. He thought it to be such a hideous, derogatory nickname. He didn’t weep when he learned of his death. In fact, he had been anticipating it ever since Caedes's identity was revealed and a national manhunt for him began. Yet still, he refused to let it go just like that. No one understood Caedes like he did. No one knew what pain Caedes went through like he did. Under his care, Caedes was reborn from the wreckage of grief and sorrow that drowned him. And Caedes never knew his name. He only knew him by the same title as everyone else. Father Blood.
The newspaper article said that Caedes tried to open fire at the police officer who came to arrest him, yet Father Blood knew that it couldn’t have been true. He could see through the media's lies and heresy, getting upset by merely thinking about it. Near the end of the article, it was mentioned that praises of congratulatory rained down on the lead investigator of the case, Officer Edward Elwin. The name was etched into his mind. If anyone was responsible for what happened to Caedes, it had to be Officer Elwin.
He got up to his feet and headed outside, into a corridor, with the newspaper clutched tightly in his hand, as if his fingers were wrapped around the throat of a person that he was choking. The floor he stepped on was dirty and grimy. The walls around him had holes and cracks in them and the parts that didn’t were filled with graffiti. He went further down the corridor until he finally reached a room. A stench of blood, mixed with several other foul odors came out of it even before he opened the door.
Slowly, he entered. Inside, he saw the two girls. They were mutilating their latest victim, ripping apart his internal organs as if they were their toys to play with. The victim wasn’t making a sound. He was dead long before Father Blood showed at their door, yet he was sure that he was screaming his hardest when he was still alive. The girls never knew what sympathy or mercy was. All they knew was how to have fun. And that was exactly what they were currently doing.
Bathing in the victim's blood, they laughed and giggled, covering themselves entirely, while sitting in a large pool of red.
"Kharisa, Akasia," he said to the girls, catching their attention. "Caedes is dead."
"Oh, no," Kharisa said.
"I liked Caedes. He was fun," Akasia said.
"He needs to be avenged," Father Blood said. "Alataria is a land where corruption and filth are everywhere, and it's about time they've learned of our wrath."
"What do you want us to do?" Kharisa asked, looking excited.
"Start with this man," he threw the newspaper on the floor in front of them. "Officer Edward Elwin. He was leading the case against Caedes."
"Oh, boy!" Akasia jumped with enthusiasm. "Can we kill him?"
"Not yet. First bring him to me."
"Wait… so does that mean—?"
"There's a gang called Harley Nation in Alataria that smuggles immigrants into the country. I'll use my contacts in Alataria to make sure there's room saved for us." The girls seemed thrilled. "Pack your things. We're going to Alataria."