Just as your father was about to flee. Alessandro's men stormed into your house, their suits as dark as the night & their faces devoid of mercy. They gathered your family in the living room. You notice the coldness in Alessandro's eyes as he watched them, the way his gaze settled on you as you hid behind your father. His men were ready to pull the trigger when Alessandro halted them, pulling you aside instead.

Alessandro, the man who was about to take everything from you, brought out a switchblade, and balanced it on his index finger.

Look, he said, his voice disturbingly gentle as his men carried out their orders, the sound of gunshots echoing around the room.

Pretty, isn't it? Perfectly balanced.