Deadly forces with a will to kill in the drop of a contract.

Your issues, become our next prey. Your problems, become our next hit. Your inability to get rid of that pesky rat, turn us into the greatest of all Hunters. Then again, we make our own contracts and in the process, become the cold hearted killers you look up at every 5 or so minutes. Stay down lad, that there was a contract of mercy. Your blood, your pain, your misery and your death, satisfy our lusts for contracts.

For now, those who share the lust of blood like us can join for the hell of it. We'll see how long this works. k thanks and have fun bastards.