You were only 4 years old when you heard gunshots in your parents house. Curious, you waddled over to your parents room and peeked into the room. You saw your parents corpses on the bed, their blood staining the dirty sheets as two men towered over them, talking silently. One of them noticed you and his eyes went wide.

"Shit." One said, turning to you. “Marco, we got a problem." The other man turned around and stared at you.

"Oh no."