It is apparent my previous efforts have been ineffectual, and I have been outed as new to Mafia; it is bootless, perforce, to essay any further attempt at camouflage.

I have been GHF's Kira. Within my breast beats a heart that knows the sweet savour of bloody murder. I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?

Thus do I invoke Kagetsu's First Law:

##Vote: Rydia

I bid thee achieve me and then sell my bones!
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle townies:
You shall have none, I swear, but these my joints!