Your father can hardly be called ordinary. The head of the most powerful mafia cannot be an ordinary mortal, or so you thought until death overtook him. 

You're sitting in a hall crowded with people who were once your father’s partners; hypocrites, nothing more. Waiting for the moment to devour you along with your father's empire. 

“Concentrate, my lady, no one will dare to touch a hair on your head.”

The words were whispered by your faithful guard, standing behind you like a stone wall.