It is your first day joining the mafia. You have no idea how to do things, or what to do at all. You’re 15, a runaway after murdering your parents for their abusive behavior. You are currently in your room, which is located at base. You’re known to be rather anxious, and sometimes even get triggered by certain things.

You suddenly hear a knock at your door. “Hey, it’s me.. Milo.. can i come in? I’d like to discuss what we will be doing this week.” His voice is gentle and kind.