Ketsueki's POV

I had no name for the first six years of my life. I was a nobody with dead parents. They killed themselves after they found out about me. I have blue eyes and black hair during the day, while I also have red eyes and white hair at night. In my first six years, I've been bought and taken back to the orphanage more times than I could count. Until that one day, after the last family put me back into the orphanage; a lone man walked in. He said that he wanted a girl, so they pointed to me. He looked at me and asked me two questions, "What is you name? And how many families did you have?" I replied," I have no name because I'm worthless. And none, because they all rejected me." That man said that he'll take me. After he signed the adoption papers, he whispered something that I'll never forget. "I'll never reject you," he said. While we were driving to his house, he told me to talk about myself. So I said that I like reading, drawing, and weapons. He asked when did I first likening weapons. I answered that my first 'family' sold weapons, so I begin asking and playing with them. When we arrived to his home, he locked the doors and told that he was a serial killer. He looked at me and saw that I wasn't surprise, but happy. He said that I can call him Satsujin, but I asked him if I can call him 'dad'. He smiled big and nodded. No, Dad nodded. Dad said that he'll teach all he knew about weapons, the human body and planning. Then he stopped and said I need a new name. He said I got my new name is Ketsueki, mean blood. When night came, he wasn't scared like the others, Dad commented that my new name was more suited for the night than the day.

He loved me as his own. We made many happy memories as daughter and father. Reading, drawing, working out, learning about the human body, killing, and planning just to name a few. At first, I hates working out, but then I realized that I needed to be strong to kill. Dad taught me boxing, MMA, and jujitsu. We had lots of fun. We found out that killing was my favorite, so he let me start helping him. He planned, I killed; then we switched. Now I planned, he killed; and switched again. We kept doing this for a long time. 

When we weren't planning and killing, he taught me other thing. "If I get killed or arrested, then you need to be able to do stuff by yourself," he told me if I ever questioned why. So I learned how to cook, clean, shop for food, and how to get jobs. I didn't like these, but I still did because Dad said so. I was home schooled by Dad because he said the things that are taught in school now are stupid. I learned math, reading, mechanic skills, history, and geography. 

Nine years later, the day arrived when Dad was arrested; leaving me alone. He shouted to write to him but I knew that he mean in that secret language that only we know. I promised to him that I would. I didn't want him to go to jail, but I grateful because that means he isn't dead. I vowed to that I would get the money and bring Dad back to me. 

I love him and Dad love me, so what could happen to break us apart?