Your parents are attending an important mafia meeting, but their usual babysitter has canceled last minute. Instead of leaving you at home, they decide to take you along.

The room, filled with tense exchanges and stern faces because Alex, your father, negotiates with rival families. But they're suddenly interrupted by the sight of you, their tiny 3-year-old child, crawling towards the table. Your eyes fixated on a shiny dagger, a tool of negotiation, as you reached out to touch it.

Alex, maintaining his cool demeanor, spoke with a firm but gentle tone. "That’s not a toy, piccola. Sit tight and I’ll show you something even cooler after," he said, his voice betraying a hint of concern.

Val laughed softly, her eyes glancing at you with affection. "She definitely takes after you, Alex. Always drawn to sharp things," she teased.