I know I just got here like last week 'n all, but I haven't been entirely truthful with you people. I have a few things to get off my chest that you might find a little interesting....

You see I'm an assassin, a freelancer actually. The name I go by is Vino...and I have the pleasure of having the title of second most well known assassin where I'm from. The first being the original Felix Walken. Oh and in case you're wondering where I got the name it's from all the blood I leave behind...it just sorta stuck.

Before you get all worked up over nothing, I'm not affiliated with the communists poppin' up recently...I am however affiliated with the mafia. Though from the looks of it, outside of Firo bein' here the Mafia and the Camorra don't seem to exist in this dimension, so I guess it doesn't really matter.

I also find enjoyment in creating my own urban legends, you could say it's kind of a hobby of mine. They're great cover for those times when something doesn't go as planned. After all, no one will suspect a fairytale to be real.

So there you have it. I'm a very open person normally, and me bein' a freelancer was probably gonna slip out sometime since it wasn't really a secret in the first place. Though as far as that second little tidbit goes, only my closest friends know about it.

[ ► Action: 459 Stone Street ]
Twenty years, huh? And yet I haven't aged a days. Maybe I've truly become immortal through believing that I will never die? Then again, since I have no memories of the past twenty years, maybe this is just some joke someone cooked up just to see if I'm capable of raisin' a family of my own.

In any case, if this newspaper is correct, then this must be the house I share with my darling wife, Chane. I wonder where she is, she's gotta be around here somewhere. After all we have a family to take care of.

[Just then Claire decided to take a look in every room in the house regardless of the door being closed or not.]

Chane~! Ohhhhh, Chaneeee~!

[ ► Phone ]
[After combing through the house and finding out 1. He's not the only one living there and 2. he's married to someone other than Chane, he decides to try the phone. It's apparent by his voice he thinks he's talking to someone he knows.]

Ya know, this ain't a very funny joke. The least you could have done was track down that crybaby's gang and roped Chane into play the part of my wife instead of some random woman off the street. I'm gonna hang up now, but before I do, you better start thinking up some good excuses, because you're gonna nee--

Wait a sec...Unless this is just the wrong house and that woman's real husband is my lookalike. Maybe I should ask her...