Sinny Angel

## The Beginning

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"Gotcha where it hurts, bitch." -Sinny

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Sinny Angel's early years unfolded like a vivid tapestry woven with threads of innocence and foreboding darkness, all set against the backdrop of Montmartre's gritty alleys. It was a place where contrasts thrived, where the purity of a child's heart mingled with the looming specter of the unknown. Her parents, blossomed with a love that seemed to radiate like the last golden rays of sunlight before an approaching storm, cocooned her in an embrace of almost poetic tenderness. Within the confines of their humble abode, they fashioned a beautiful apartment complex, shielding her from the clamor and chaos that lurked beyond their doorstep. In those narrow streets, laughter became a symphony, harmonizing with tales spun from the vivid imaginations. Sinny, cradled within the safety of her parents' arms, danced on the beautiful thought that nothing could hurt her or her family. Their trio was bound by an unbreakable bond, a fortress of warmth and love, guarding against the encroaching shadows. Yet, as if scripted by fate with a cruel twist of irony, the Angels' story took an unforeseen turn. There came a day, a dawn that etched itself into the very marrow of Sinny's soul. Her parents, the unwavering pillars of her world, were ruthlessly wrenched away, leaving behind an aching anger that seemed to stretch into eternity.

## The Beginning of “Little Monster”

In the aftermath of her parents' abrupt departure, a profound emptiness settled in Sinny's heart. The once-familiar alleys of Montmartre, which had once provided solace and warmth, now seemed foreign and foreboding. Their absence resonated through the narrow streets, casting long shadows that stretched towards the horizon. Sinny's formative years were a delicate balance of innocence and the looming specter of darkness. Sinny's parents were cruelly taken from her, leaving behind a chasm of sorrow and despair. The once-lustrous light in her eyes grew dim, overshadowed by the weight of her anguish. In her grief-stricken state, innocence transformed into a burning desire for retribution. Sinny's hands, once tender and nurturing, now bore the mark of vengeance, casting chilling shadows upon the cobblestones of Montmartre. Sinny, once a child of innocence and kindness turned into a dark terrifying figure. Striking terror and fear amongst the locals within the streets, killing hundreds only within two nights. Soon after she was caught in the act of her killings and arrested for her crimes at the age of 9. She was shortly after declared a psychopath and sent to a local asylum where she would spend the majority of her childhood years regaining a "sense of reality" as they would call it. Apprehended and confined within the walls of an asylum, Sinny's cries mingled with the tormented wails of kindred souls. The air hung heavy with the weight of shattered minds, a suffocating atmosphere that threatened to smother any glimmer of hope. From the depths of this despair emerged a flicker of something darker. It was a night shrouded in ink, etching itself into the annals of Sinny's existence. Seizing a fleeting moment of freedom, she slipped through the cracks of her confinement like a phantom, leaving behind only the haunting echoes of her fractured past. On the rain-soaked cobblestones of Paris, Sinny encountered Saint, a figure as dark and sinister as the night itself. In those ancient eyes, she glimpsed the echoes of a thousand stories, the weight of a thousand sorrows. Saint, herself a denizen of the shadows, recognized in Sinny a kindred spirit, a fractured soul in need of solace. In that night, Saint adopted Sinny as one of her own. Pledging to always keep her safe from the dangerous ahead.

## The Saints

As the days unfurled into weeks, and weeks into years, the bond between Sinny and Saint deepened, evolving into a profound connection that surpassed mere mentorship. Sinny, nurtured by Saint's wisdom and guided by her enigmatic presence, flourished within the ranks of The Saints, ascending to a position of formidable influence. It was a testament to Sinny's unwavering dedication and the trust Saint had vested in her. Within this newfound dynamic, Sinny found solace and love in Saint'smaternal care. To Sinny, Saint was more than a mentor; she was the mother figure that had been conspicuously absent from her turbulent past. With each tender gesture and heartfelt word, Saintwove a protective cocoon around Sinny, shielding her from the haunting specters of her breathtakingly painful history. Through Saint's eyes, Sinny saw a future untainted by the scars of her past, a world where no one could lay a hand on her again. Yet, beneath this veneer of maternal warmth, Sinny harbored the remnants of a childhood marred by unspeakable loss and cruelty. The departure of her parents, a departure she never sought nor welcomed, had irrevocably transformed her. In the crucible of her grief, the once-innocent girl metamorphosed into a force to be reckoned with—a relentless, calculated presence, known for her blinding speed and paralyzing terror. Sinny's reputation spread like wildfire through the city's underworld. Her victims, caught unawares, would seldom see her coming until a lethal blade found its mark, extinguishing their breath in a heartbeat. It was in these moments of merciless precision that Sinny earned her chilling moniker, "Little Monster," a name that, when spoken by Saint, held both reverence and compassion. In the heart of the city's labyrinthine streets, a palpable unease settled upon those who knew of Sinny's reign. The mere mention of her name cast a dark pall, a foreboding reminder of the power she wielded and the terror she could unleash. Sinny's legacy, forged in blood and shaped by trauma, was a testament to the depths of her resilience and the scars that had become her armor. As a child, Sinny had already navigated the days of survival, claiming lives in a desperate bid to protect herself from the horrors that had befallen her. Now, under Saint'swing, her potential for ruthlessness seemed boundless. Together, they forged an unbreakable alliance, a union of kindred souls whose shared darkness painted the cityscape with shadows of dread and anticipation. The question lingered, whispered in hushed tones: What would Sinny be capable of today, under the nurturing yet enigmatically malevolent gaze of Saint, her guardian and, in every sense, her mother? The answer, shrouded in uncertainty, hung heavy in the air, a testament to the enigmatic dance of light and shadow that defined their existence.

During her times within The Saints, she met many new faces and friends, one of the people she held very close to her heart was Judy Kiramman.

Sinny is known as one of Saint's most cruel and dangerous serial killers and or assassins. Known for her dangerous movement skills and her speed, she can kill a man within a second without him even knowing she's there.