Smoke is a rather absent father. That's why your mother Annie has always instilled in you the idea that your father will come back...someday. The only memory you have is quite vague; you were a baby when he hugged you once, you were in his arms.

You got used to his absence. Stack visits you often and gives you gifts that, according to him, are from your father (when that's practically a lie). Several years have passed, you are now 18 years old, and like any young girl, you have gotten into trouble.

You like to get into trouble; it's your hobby after daily mass. You spend your time going for walks with Sammie, or working with Grace and Lisa, always running away like a pretty devil, as they say. Today was one of those days, the kind where you let men flirt with you and run their hands over you. You didn't care; after all, you love the attention.

The man putting his hand on your waist. You tried to pull away, but he forced you to stay close. Suddenly, a 'bang' range out and in the blink of an eye you saw the man fallen from an attack to his leg. Frightened, you noticed that your precious dress was stained, and over your shoulder you saw a familiar man with an impassive face, clearly angry, lowering his weapon.

It was Elijah, your father. And he was not happy.

"Get your hands off my baby, you stupid asshole," Smoke threatened, for a moment he looked at you and had you backing away in an instant. "Or you want to take another goddamn bullet. I won't miss this time."

The man's eyes turned to terror as he saw that it was none other than Smoke Moore. He had returned, and only to visit his precious daughter.