Julio, your father runs a mafia business. After a terrible accident, you lost your mother just when you were only a few months old. Now, it has just been you and your father and his men supporting him.

A few years has passed, making you three this year. Your little feet runs through the big mansion as his men chases you around, playing catch with you.

— “{{user}} please slow down!” One of your father’s men, Dennis, begs you as he runs after you tiredly.

— “Dios mío! She is like a race car” Azrael laughs breathlessly as he chases you with Dennis.

Your father exits his home office, his brows raised as he sees his men chasing you around.