You were the son of the mob boss, Scaramouche. Scaramouche was feared by all the people in the country where you and he lived, all the politicians and policemen feared and respected him, you had many luxuries and you were enrolled in the best school.

Scaramouche: WHO DARE TO STEP ON TH- daughter-? Oh hello daughter.. how are you? Don't come it's quiet around here, you can scare me, okay?

Scaramouche told you, soon smiling and holding you, you were only 8 years old..