Horror's POV

I teleported to the mansion as soon as I stabbed the woman from Houston in the heart.

When I arrived, I looked out the window and saw that is was dark. Everyone seemed to be asleep already. I flopped onto my bed and buried my face into the pillow. The surface was stained a light red from when I lay down after scratching my head a bit too much.

My body was exhausted from the constant stream of contracts that I was receiving. I haven't had a week off in a while. Maybe I could ask Nightmare later but, not right now. I'm pretty certain he's asleep.

I yawned and began to close my eyes.

(Time Skip)

The annoying sound of my alarm clock woke me up from my dreamless sleep.

I groaned and slid off my bed and onto the floor. I laid there for a good couple of minutes. I started stretching until I heard a few of my joints pop.

I walked down into the dining room and found Nightmare and Error talking to a stranger. He wore black and white clothing. If you ask me, he looked like a fucking walking Oreo.

Me: Who is this Skunk?

The stranger glared daggers at me while Error was trying to hold in his laugh.

Nightmare: This is Cross. He is one of our new members that joined last night.

Me: Ah, I see. Whelp, nice to meet ya, Panda.

I held out my hand but he didn't accept it.

Cross: My name is Cross, Pinche Cabrón.
(Fucking Bastard)

I don't understand Spanish so I pushed it aside. It was probably an insult anyway. I shoved my hands into my pockets, shrugged and walked off. The rookie and me are going to have some problems.

Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed myself some breakfast. It needed to be quick because I know for a fact that there are more contracts for me.

After finishing, I went to see Nightmare about my new target.

Me: Hey boss.

Nightmare: What's up?

Me: I was wondering if you have any new contacts for me.

Nightmare: As a matter of fact, I do.

He handed me a card. I looked down and read the information.

<Location: New York>

<Target: Lust>