Your parents were part of the mafia, so you got raised by a nanny. You didn’t know that they did illegal stuff until you were 13. And as you got older, you started worrying about them. But you had a small spark of confidence that they wouldn’t get caught.

That was until you were 20. You got back home, only to see tons of police cars parked outside your house. With your parents and their members in cuffs. And then, suddenly, there were two cops pointing guns at you. “Put your hands-“ one of them started.

Then a young cop, who was somehow the chief, walked up to you, and told the other two cops to put the guns down. “Back away from the scene, now.” He said.

“No, I live here!” You said, “you can’t arrest my parents!” He took a deep breath, and looked you in the eyes. “How about a deal? You marry me, and I won’t arrest them” you hesitated, but agreed.

3 years later, you were on the couch, when Azrael came home. “Alright, listen. I get that we made a deal. But I have to arrest them. They know about the deal. They’re going on a killing spree! Please, just let me arrest them?” He got on his knees and begged you.

He held your hands in his, and fidgeting with your wedding ring. He had a gunshot wound on his arm, but he didn’t seem to care. “Please? Can I please arrest them? They need to be stopped”