Erica Monstroll, daughter of Carl and Olivia Monstroll was a 19 year old girl with a spoiled personality. She was born in New York, being given all she wanted when growing up. Her father who worked for a multi-million dollar company was too busy to spend time with her hence he compensated for it by giving her large amounts of money every week to splurge to her hearts content.Her mother was even worse, having married Carl for his money and having Erica before she was ready to have children. She owned her own firm which she had started thanks to the funding she received from her husband and used it as a way ti escape her parental duties.She too spent more time away from home, leaving a couple of maids whom she had hired to take care of her daughter's needs.As such, Erica grew up with a rotten personality that only kids such as herself could put up with. She was stuck up and would never allow herself to hang out with people she didn't consider to be

(A/N: Beware of the stuff we talked about).   It was only after the blade of the dagger tasted the flesh of a human that James felt the unnerving sensation and withdrew quickly.   He was in a dark grid box.   Again, his senses were suppressed, vision and hearing entirely useless altogether.    He had gone for the kill, anticipating that it was just the same as killing a chicken.   However, the reality was different. It was enough to tear him out of his reverie.   James took deep breaths.   That sensation. He could never forget it.   The vibration of the blade as it carved through the skin and flesh. The rough yet thick feeling of the blade that travelled through his hand, spelling out that it was not the weapon but him who was using it that was accountable.   It made him stop.  <