"I am your narrator, your navigator, your storyteller. I am the world's runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, Mihael Keehl. I once called myself Mello and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago.
Good memories and nightmares. "
You'll call me Mello.
All you really need to know about me is that I'm pretty much the best. At everything.
I shouldn't tell you more. Really, I shouldn't.
But I know you'd be heartbroken if I left things as is. And I'm much too nice of a guy to let something like that happen.
I know what I want and I know how to get it.
And I do, just in case you're wondering.
I don't take crap from anyone. Respecting me isn't an option. You either do or you die.
I don't go to school. I don't need to go to school. Remember me mentioning being the best? Yeah, well that applies here too. I'm a genius. The cream of the crop. Better and smarter than anyone else.
...mostly...
I have a job, and since you're so damn curious, YES. I'm also the best at that. I work under no one. I am my own boss. I don't have to tell anyone to do anything twice.
What is my job, exactly?
I'm the head of a very prestigious organization of...trained professionals. (No, I'm not a prostitute, dumb ******** in the freaking mafia.
Don't like it? Try and stop me. I dare you.
The moral of the story?
I'm much better than you could ever hope to be.
So quit wasting your time.
