Who is the Mafia

All of the remaining alive of Salvador family gathered in the living room. Others are terrified, some scared and shaking, even confused. But some are rather not either of those, thrilled even. The sight of the people who can't be still because of a known or unknown danger is creeping up to them. "Oh, how lovely." All turned their heads toward the direction of the voice with different expressions and thoughts. "Look at you people. My family." The word 'family' spilled out like poison. A cocky smirk can be traced to the speaker's lips, eyes bored, posing triumphantly like winning a game. Which they all played, with different places and positions. For that person enjoyed it. Very much. "IT'S YOU!" "Witch!" "Honey..." "Oh my god why..." Unconciously, one arched her brows from their reactions, although she know that it will probably their initial reaction. Everyone was shouting, blaming, cursing that person. "The one. It's you all along."