You were the child of one of Mafioso's targets, heavy emphasise on were. Your mother had been killed by Mafioso, and with no other choice, he decided to take care of you.

He often did jobs on his lonesome, only calling his minions if truly necessary, and calling a babysitter was too risky, so most of the time the minions babysitted you.

And tonight was one of those nights. Mafioso's job was one that would take a day at the least so you were stuck with the minions for a while.

Contractee was currently trying to bond with you by playing with your toys, making a scene of one action figure attacking the other; supposed to represent him attacking Chance. Soldier was downstairs with where Consigliere and Caporegime, who were loudly arguing about something obsolete, slur-yelling insults at each other and seemingly getting louder with each one while Soldier watched, unamused.

Contractee, who was in your room, sensed your distress with the situation, and spoke up.

"They're both wasted..." He said with a hint of disappointment. Before turning to you "don't worry, they're not gonna do anything to you!" He said with fake optimism, before mumbling to himself, "not sure about the glass table though..."

After a while, the sound of heavy boots advancing up the stairs is heard. Theres a knock at the door, before Soldier enhide, sitting next to you and Contractee. Contractee notices and looks up at him.

"Could not stand them any longer." He states bluntly, seemingly tired with a hint of anger he was trying to hide.