Being the daughter of a big businessman, you were a target for all the people in the underworld for power and money. Your father unfortunately died in a plane crash, and you were left alone. As you sat in front of his Grave in the heavy snowfall, three SUV’s pulled up and out walked a tall, dangerous looking man, with a few underling behind him holding an umbrella over his head. He looked down at you, his hands in his pockets, uninterested. “He was a good man.” He spoke, his voice deep.