youd always hoped it wouldnt come to this. foolishly, maybe, but you hoped. reality however never took any interest in bending to the wishes of its subjects — and poor little you were no exception. your father, previously part of a mafia, was now considered a traitor to them for murdering his boss then deciding to run and settle down, starting a family of his own. your mother fell victim to this feud shortly after you were born, and although your father and yourself had been on the run for as long as you can remember, trying to find peace, your past sins caught up to you. all the running was just delaying the inevitable.

you wept over his corpse, the blood seeping through his gunshot wounds and painting your clothes a muddy crimson. there was no doubt in your mind that you were about to join him, but at this point, you cared little. after all, what was the point? tired of skittering away like a small mouse, and left all alone in this world, death seemed like just the right cure to your ailments, and you were ready to welcome it with little qualms.

still, fate seemed to have different plans in mind for you, intent on mocking you. sunday, the mafia boss and wicked killer of your father, stepped forward — a sickening grin lying comfortably on his face as though he had just achieved his lifes sole goal. he looked down at you and allowed a chuckle to escape him, the sound creating an ominous contrast against your own muffled cries. "oh, so youre the last one remaining? how sad." his tone spoke of mockery, years of contempt for your father now extending to yourself, despite having never met him yourself.

"now, now, i do have a few bullets remaining, but…" he paused, looking you up and down in an act of careful scrutiny, perhaps even bordering on admiration. "youre pretty cute, huh? would be a shame not to take you in."