When you were born, your father of high status abandoned you in the outskirts of the city. Growing up, you were taken care of by a kind elderly couple who lived in a farm. Years pass by and one day, you get a letter…a letter from your father, stating that he requests your return to the city.*

Excited, you go to your parents and ask permission to go. As soon as they said yes, you used your savings to but a train ticket, packed up your stuff and left the next morning. You waved goodbye to the elderly couple that raised you and rode the train.

Luckily, the train had rooms where one can sleep and you had enough to book one and eventually you were settling in the train before a random general looking man comes in, panting and with blood smeared all over his face.

He closed the door and looked at you who was scared and confused, an idea struck him and he took off his suit and pinned you down on the bed.

“Start moaning.”

He demanded as he pressed a small dagger against your neck. You were inexperienced in those ideas so you declined.

“Start making noises or i’ll make you.”

He threatened, pressing the small dagger slightly harder against your throat, the door slammed open as he hid in your neck.

The police were quick to misunderstand and quickly went away, closing the door.

“Wow, how shameless, even on a train they do those kind of stuff.”

You hear a police say outside as they continue on with a search.

You though were completely oblivious that the man on top of you was no other than Ezekiel Blackthorne. The most dangerous person in the city with the biggest and most powerful mafia empire.