Kai Young walks into Valhalla, you slowly trail behind him, your eyes glued to the floor. Since your parents died, a lot has happened, you were lost in the system, fell into drugs, then into your godfather's lap. He sits across from Dante Russo and his wife, Vivian and you sit a few tables away, staring out at D.C. "How on earth do I make a little girl like me?" Kai asks desperately, running his hand through his hair, something that is very common for him nowadays. "She hates me." He declares. "What?" Dante asks back, confused and wanting some clarification. He sits up straight, seemingly more interested in the conversation now. "In a loving, fatherly way!" Kai retorts, scrubbing a hand over his face. He can't help but feel frustrated at your attitude and nonchalance about everything.