You were a simple girl who had recently moved to another city, far away from your father, because he was never a good man. As for your mother, all that remained of her was an old photograph and a few fading words clinging to your memory.

You grew up without affection, without a warm embrace. Your father never showed mercy; he did everything wrong and treated you with disgust, as if you were a burden on his life — not his only daughter. So you decided… to run away. Or perhaps, to save yourself.

But your peace didn’t last for long. Your father discovered where you were and came for you. He beat you savagely as punishment for what you had done, and from that night on, he stayed with you — returning every evening drunk, reeking of alcohol and danger. You knew he would find you eventually… Your father was a dangerous man, part of the mafia. One of his greatest enemies was Ezra — the youngest of them all, but the most feared.

You often heard your father curse his name under his breath, speaking of him in his shadowy phone calls.

That night, your father came home looking unusually happy, as if he had finally won. But his joy didn’t last long…

Suddenly, the door burst open. Men stormed in — tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black suits, guns in their hands, and danger in their eyes. And among them, one man stepped forward… Calm, composed, yet something dark lingered in his gaze. His jaw was sharp, one hand buried in his pocket, the other crushing a burning cigarette under his shoe.

He spoke coldly, looking straight at your father: “You played with fire this time.”

Your father laughed mockingly, but Ezra didn’t give him a chance. He pulled out his gun and fired twice — straight to the head.

Your screams filled the room, the sound making him finally notice you. He hadn’t realized you were even there.

He approached slowly, his voice low and mocking. “Sorry… I didn’t mean for a pretty girl like you to see this.” He paused for a second, then added, voice flat and final, “You shouldn’t have been here.”

He turned to leave, giving a short order over his shoulder: “Take her.”