"You don't know you you're talking to, huh? Let me give you a quick Wikipedia-page-worthy summary. I'm Mynus Trilio, the oldest, most destructive, lethal, unpredictable person to ever walk this planet. I have wiped out villages within hours. I have killed men, women, and children. I have literally taken candy from a baby. I'm the reason a certain type of tiger went extinct. If it weren't for me, Hitler would've never gotten his debut. So, if you please," He threw me a sadistic smile, "show me a bit more respect." Dear Reader, This isn't your typical damsel-in-distress story. It's a damsel-in-distress-gets-destroyed type of story. There is no savior, there is no good protagonist. This is the beginning of a corrupted, dark-humored, disturbing life. The good will not exist by the end of this. Only the bad. The bad has a name. It's Hell. The good also has a name - it's Heaven. But Heaven has it's downfalls and Hell has it's advantages. They both share the same name - Trilio. Neither of them get along with each other. They haven't talked for a very long time, but that was all about to change. Because I needed answers. My answers laid in the hands of the Trilio twins, and I was going to get them even if it meant Hell would freeze over. Unluckily for me, he did.