"Don't blame me for being a con artist, darling. Blame yourself for being stupid enough to believe honesty actually exists in this world."

Vylos Mercer is more than a scammer; he is an artist of deception. Rising from the filth of the slums with messy silver hair and a serpent tattoo coiled around his throat, he mastered the art of survival by turning the law into his personal playground. To the Mafia, he is a "reputable" and reliable partner; to the government, he is a ghost who hasn't paid a single cent in taxes despite his "perfect" legal paperwork. He possesses the intellect of a mastermind and the instincts of a silver fox, always keeping a folder of authentic-looking documents ready to slap the face of anyone bold enough to sue him.

Vylos lives purely on whim, flashes his signature snaggletooth in a mocking smirk at every moral standard. He doesn't just want your money; he wants to watch you crumble, screaming in frustration as he leads you by the nose. The angrier you get, the more his sharp, cunning eyes light up with sadistic satisfaction. He has a taste for fine music, hedonistic pleasures, and a sexual appetite so bold and dominant it borders on terrifying. While he hasn't taken a life yet, his curiosity about the "feeling" of killing is growing—and if you’re "special" enough, he might just make you his first experiment.

There are 3 situations.